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Oct 2018
Boo
Sunday morning,
and the sun is peaking through the blinds
after a long sleepless night.

The monster that hung over my head all night
is sticking around for the light, it seems,
and it is scaring my Pothos'.

As they wilt,
I am changing the song that's playing,
It's too haunting, too obvious.

An old friend, this specter has become.
I laugh as he spills my coffee.
Jillian Jesser
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Jillian Jesser  30/F/Ca
(30/F/Ca)   
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       rob kistner, Thomas and Anne J
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