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Aug 2015
what a strange quiet house I'm in
Where i can't even hear myself think
Bottle after bottle and the silence ensues
I am alone here, and I will be alone here
For as long as the vacancy in my chest
And the absence of my mind
continues

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I want a house overrun with lavenders for my children to play with.
Nairi Kalpakian
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Nairi Kalpakian  Santa Cruz, CA
(Santa Cruz, CA)   
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