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Feb 2013
i spend my evenings wrapped in blankets
repeating memories through body
we inherited a hurting
that began far back before
either one of us
were alive

now

we are left, we are here
we should be celebrating
the survival of our ancestors
just by being together
but instead i spend my days alone
waiting for you to
say you love me again.
Lyra Brown
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Lyra Brown
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   Julia and Tom McCone
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