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Dec 2012
Would you believe it
if I told you I used to
watch him sleep, and
in the mornings I would
rub the tile outside the
door so it would be warm
and although I felt sick
I cradled his head in my
lap on the way home
I actually felt better after
we slept on the air mattress
but am I to assume that
that was a false happiness?
(c) Brooke Otto
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