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Jul 2017
I had a long day.
The sun met me at the foot of my bed.
The grass was moist.
I didn't burn my toast.
No cat puke to clean up.
My car started.
I sat on my deck and stared at the nothing.
I didn't think about her at all.
Until now.
My steak came out good.
I still had four nips in the cabinet.
Wrote a poem for the moon.
Under the moon.
I had a long day.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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     july hearne, Aazzy and SPT
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