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 Jul 2017 Lydia
Jay
I find the key
Trick the door open
Ride the tiny elevator up to the third floor
Unlock your door

Everywhere is signs of you
Feelings of ease

I water your plants
Make sure they're happy
Return your hair dryer on your kitchen table

Look around
Sigh

Walk out
Turn the key
Feel the handle
Make sure it's locked

Elevator down
Ground floor
Walk on out

Back again on Wednesday
 Jul 2017 Lydia
Valerie
Unknown Date
 Jul 2017 Lydia
Christopher
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 Jul 2017 Lydia
Christopher
She taught me
That not all
Poetry
Has to be
Sad.

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