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Dec 2012
Turn out the lights.
It was too bright anyways.
Let us, just sit in the dark and breath.

Rock your chair.
Bring us to life in the creaking.

Think your thoughts, of my voice, nagging you, to leave me here.

You will not.
Michael W Noland
Written by
Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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