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Aug 2012
I opened up all the windows
Of our house tonight.

It was too painfully
Quiet you see,

Silent, without you here-
My constant variable. Shot.

And the house was
So painfully still

And crying, as if
Wood flooring cared

Whose footsteps wouldn’t
Sound anymore.

But life goes on
And the windows go up.
Katherine
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