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Sep 2013
Filled to the brim
with anxiety,
you took me gently
by the waist and tipped me over
It poured sweetly from my eyes
And rested on the skin over my cheekbones
You wiped it all away
With the tip of your finger
And the patience of your nature
I built a home
inside the bend of your elbow
You rocked me to sleep
I overflow here without you
As I stare vacantly through the window
Of my second story apartment
Begging the stars to kiss my forehead
The same way you always did
Morgan
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Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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