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Mar 2015
Screams from her throat came first
Water from my eyes second
Water from the washer third
Arms around my figure fourth
Shakes and trembling hands fifth
A half present brain
A half organized book shelf
A full hearted ******* the floor
Asking to be heard over the pounding
With the wrong words, wounding.
An unplugged record player
A childish knock on the door
A desperate "please, go play"
A desperate "please, don't go"
A desperate "please, stay"
A shaking hand
A shaking pack of tic tacs
A fight not unlike the others
A car door
An empty hearted ******* the floor
Sag
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