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Jan 2014
The sound of your voice
Fake lullaby in the distance
And fading fast
They say you gotta
Love the one you're with
If you can't love the one you want.
Are these the same people
comparing wishes to horses?
Outlining courses
With white chalk on the grass?

I have a seat among the ants
Grabbing ahold of your hem
Falling asleep to the sound of your absence
Your memory turns from coal to gem
Terrible. Will fix it up later. Maybe. Kinda.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   Gwen Johnson
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