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Dec 2011
sometimes being happy seems
a self-indulgence:

you were singing songs from the musical in me,
us, sipping sweetened tea beaneath the trees
that crazy summer afternoon

things I thought but never said
to you and
things I thought but always said
over and over as if
nothing else had ever happened to me

and the thing I thought
when I thought of that
was that I thought
an awful lot of
you
Makiya
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