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Feb 2017
every morning
I wake up to find
a handful of slightly chewed
wooden scrabble tiles
arranged artlessly
around my bed

could it be

that the little dog
is trying
to tell me something?
Emily B
Written by
Emily B  45/F/Kentucky
(45/F/Kentucky)   
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