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a frying pan full of potatoes

a frying pan full of potatoes

and one glass of tea

because you've only one mug.

complaining about my cold feet

while pulling me closer.

taking an hour to find a parking spot

in a city made of streets.

letting go of your hand the minute we arrive

picking it up again when we leave.

I almost called you by her name once

but I bit my tongue and swallowed her name down

with a glass of water twice a day or as needed

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Mar 9, 2014
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