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Mar 2013
Peeling myself
from the covers of a bed
and going
into the cold
dark morning,
I light the cigarette
put on the coffee
and wonder
which is worse
forcing myself
out of the soft bed
against sweet whispers
from the pillows
or the long nights
during which the whispers
are not so sweet

But then
I remember
the days in between
Blaine Genson
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