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Jan 2016
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You are taking 6:30 train
AM or PM, you do not know
Another train passes, going the other way
You see someone, and realize it is your lover
He is going away and you don't know where.

You spend all morning fixing your hair
You've lost count of the time
Your hair will not lay flat
The red shoes sit by the door
They've only been worn once

The pie that you have been baking is done
The edges are burnt but the inside is still cold
Your crust has collapsed in the middle
The timer did not sound.
You did not see it fall apart.
Jacqueline P
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Jacqueline P
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