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Aug 2013
You spent nearly a year
toiling over my love and
I was cooking an omelet
down in the kitchen just
now when the coconut
oil reached up and bit
my hand, when I realized
that maybe it was my turn
maybe it is my turn. I am
not quite so sure what It is that
I
deserve.
(c) Brooke Otto
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