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Jul 2013
you’ll fall
for his voice
and the way he says
your name like it’s a
puzzle
and how he always yawns
when he’s nervous
but you never
stop to ask about
the trembling of his hand
as you
roll up your sleeves
LH Dillard
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LH Dillard  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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