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Michael Sinclaire
Poems
Mar 2015
Tired
I'm tired from work
But I'm close to home
My parcels are heavy
As are my feet
I stop on the tallest hill
I light my last cigarette
And sit
And stare
Over half the city
For the first time
There's a girl in a bottom window
She wipes the oven clean
And prepares her meal
She has raven hair and wears plaid
I can't see her face
I finish my cigarette
And head downhill
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