sharon-stewartWhisper

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BeginningLate nights in my apartment, / we were brand new. / You'd come snuggle in that
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Oct 27, 2011
DoorsWhat is it about the art of closed doors? / And all the reasons I just can't let them / be.
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Oct 27, 2011
DoubtAt the laundromat today, / my stomach flipped / on demand
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Oct 28, 2011
KnittingMy fingers tangle and trip / over sloppy knitting / like a deer
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Oct 27, 2011
ListeningThere was no need to ever / stop and ask / if you were listening
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Oct 27, 2011
PhotoboothI hear you on the radio, / driving to work. / I swear, I almost get sick in the car
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Oct 27, 2011
SchoolbusWe were kids. / You shut the door on me in the pouring rain. / You had this wide-eyed, crazy grin on your face
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Oct 27, 2011
SilvertonDriving through the old town / where my father was born, / I'm stunned to silence while
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Nov 3, 2011
StutterI think Grandpa Stewart developed a stutter / from years of being interrupted. / I've never heard him get out a whole sentence
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Nov 3, 2011
VicariouslyThere are days I'm not my own, / I think you're walking in my shoes. / I want them back.
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Oct 27, 2011
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