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Apr 2018
Some nights
she would look out
her window
at the light reflecting
off the water

and think of her blue
eyed daughters
lost in the storm of October

She would draw
several baths
from gold faucets
letting them all go cold.
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Woody  In the dark woods.
(In the dark woods.)   
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