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Jan 19
Once a window came down over me
and I saw through it, there
in the distorted time signatures
changing to odd-numbers on even
seconds pass since
I watched you
walk out of the frame
and you never noticed
a bed of broken wishes
and sunken-middle vases.
RMatheson
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RMatheson  Beating tired bones
(Beating tired bones)   
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   Monique Matheson, Rick and Emma
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