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Jan 2014
Fingerprints on coffee cups,
Stale air, exhaled,
still circulating through the ducts, and
Crumbs pushed into cushions
that vacuums will never find.
We can try to clean up
the mess we made
but there will always be pieces left behind.
My winter is always brought to you by The Mountain Goats
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jUw6airVoM
CRH
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