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Dec 2014
My bones still snap-crackle-pop,
Protesting to getting out of bed
And facing the day.

I know you won't be there today.
Tomorrow.
Next week.
Next year.

But now at least, I know that I will.
rebecca suzanne
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rebecca suzanne  texas
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