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Jul 2015
the harder i listen,
   wait,
and anticipate
the positive
to come through the door
eventually
             that door
becomes a wall
that keeps
   the positive
                       out

so...
    i'm attempting
   not to think
which i frantically
wrap my brain around

so that no thoughts
suddenly become thoughts
of what i'm trying
not to
think about.
sober sunday strangeness
susan
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susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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