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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 wet footprints
to the bedroom
from the bath

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