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Apr 2013
Hardback books, with spines that crack.
Something to hold on to.

New socks fresh from packaging,
that make the carpet feel like cloud.

Laughing by myself,
or with you.

Weak coffee that tastes like water,
but brings me to life.

Umbrellas because you never know,
you might need one.

Clean sheets against bare legs,
and damp hair on the pillowcase.

Mason jars with lemonade,
and headaches.
this one is going to be added to.
Lizabeth
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Lizabeth
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   Michelle and Gary Muir
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