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Sep 2013
How about him,
on the other end of the world
while I,
on the other side of the world

lay on my back.
The sound of the rain crushing the roof
blending with the music he plays
which traverses in my headset.
To Nick, the man I love between shaky inhales,
each more confident than the last.
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   Nick Durbin
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