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Jan 2014
Transpose.
you're living under a warm
pink light and I can see you
holding her hand between
the wooden seats in that
cafe

there's a glass of cold water
on my desk and I'm about
to go to bed.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

a poem about acceptance.
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