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Mar 2015
I drank weak
coffee out of
your reno cup
the casino cup
with the clown face
plastered on

At your funeral
I filled your reno
cup with coffee
spoons for
people to stir away
their thoughts
and bite their tongues
and find excuses to
look at something swirling
where there is no
end and no beginning
because the hand just
keeps on stirring.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
460
   Pax
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