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Sep 2013
In may of 2011 after
I started talking to you
again, we watched American
Beauty with Kaitlin at your
house. You were in the
middle
and we encased you
like a trophy, but beneath
that brown throw blanket
you held my hand and
delicately traced the creases
on my palm.
(c) Brooke Otto

Here come all the things I thought I'd forgotten.
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