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Jun 2013
I remember
there were nights when I found it
incredibly novel
for someone to tell me, "goodnight."
And now it is as if
you have corrupted
me with sorrowful expectation.

I will never know whether
my name is afforded a second glance
by you.
a bit of peripatetic writing tonight~
Emmaline E
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