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Mar 2016
maybe it was me
that cursed you
and i might admit it

you dreamed
there was a bird
singing in the corner
just a little off-key

woke fitful

tossed and turned

your little toe
ached
for no godly reason

a tingle here
a chill there

i am almost sorry

i just missed
your conversation
Emily B
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Emily B  45/F/Kentucky
(45/F/Kentucky)   
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