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Apr 2013
you were better when we met

you're grittier now
as if you'd been dropped in the ocean
all of your simple, smooth edges
(your jaw, your shoulders,
your personality)
were washed away in the salt water
and embedded with sand
as you washed up
on a grey beach
on that rainy April evening



I wish I could have kept you from falling into the water.
gg
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gg  Iowa
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