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Mar 2013
The things
that break you open
    in the morning

They won't take you
     away
but for a moment

  when you're going-
Look back
once
    only

  then leave me to my misery-

I'll be the one that used
to kiss your lovely feet

The one who's dreams
wandered around our house
                              like cats
Brian Bigley
Written by
Brian Bigley  Ashland, OR
(Ashland, OR)   
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