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Dec 2013
One word or two
I claw at the meaning of me and you
Two seconds or three
I know the you, but not the me
I know the window, but not the door.
Three drips to the floor
Tally up these wounds that heal
Rally up these moons to steal.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   Chuck and Gwen Johnson
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