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Sep 2013
after work you
stood by my car
in the fade of a
dim glaucous
morning with
black cut off
gloves, did I
want to spend
the day with
you?

I can feel the
fibers of your
black pea coat
on my cheek,

still.
(c) Brooke Otto

old memories.
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