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Jul 2015
If you asked me to tell
where the ceiling ends and
the walls begin,
I wouldn’t be able to tell you.
When I think about you
everything blurs into black
like an unkindness of ravens.
And I—
You are
the only thing that ever
crosses my mind as soon as
dusk turns into night,
and I could never tell you why.
I like to think that
just as birds know when to fly
and time knows when to die,
I was meant to love you.
When you are too afraid to tell someone "I love you" so you write a poem that dances around the subject
Dominique Johnson
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Dominique Johnson  God's Bathroom Floor
(God's Bathroom Floor)   
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