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May 2010
And you're going to stage me, you said.
Us, and you'd love me to go along
to it - with it, but I don't want to
put you off.
They'll share our secrets, unknowingly.
They all will.
Medicine cabinets in the rain,
collecting water, dripping
secrets, and were you a song
you'd hold significance.
Somehow.

(c) Katie Eustace 2010
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Katie Eustace
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   cynthia
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