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i leave all the pain          out on the counters like ***** pots and pans ready to be scrubbed         clean in the sink and put away stacked to size          hidden in the pantry the bright afternoon sun melts the icicle          that has formed against the house where the coil turns          under the eave or, maybe i will soak them overnight
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Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 1:37 PM UTC
the bright afternoon sun
i leave all the pain          out on the counters like ***** pots and pans ready to be scrubbed         clean in the sink and put away stacked to size          hidden in the pantry the bright afternoon sun melts the icicle          that has formed against the house where the coil turns          under the eave or, maybe i will soak them overnight
john-mahoney
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Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 1:37 PM UTC
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