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Jan 2015
Our family is stretched over four individuals
So far apart
The stretch is unbearable if you look too Long
We try to fix this; talk, laugh, stay together
We forget for awhile why it's so hard to communicate
Then we each remember
Go off into our corner of this big empty house
You could hear a pen drop
In this deafening silence that we all ignore
So we don't feel bad  about it.
What can we do to stop the stretch from breaking
When she left we were done
And now we have next to nothing
DustBall
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