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Mar 2017
you left without calling

no message or note

just nothingness




odd bits of you scattered around

papers half read and

socks by our bed




but  you were no among the

bits left behind

cold bits

white bits




you left without calling

cold bits of

nothingness

left behind
Written by
brenda callahan  morganton
(morganton)   
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