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Aug 2010
We were curious, spilling over with an appetite for
you, there
me, here
and when my monthly reminder didn't come, it was
you, nowhere
me, somewhere
and

God in between, saying
'Be Still, I Am God,
be still, i am God.'

I fell asleep after that.
(c) Brooke Otto
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