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Feb 2014
I had this dream
where I walked in
on you erasing a
giant whiteboard
with every word
I'd ever spoken
to you ill-timed
or not and then
you were behind
glass and I was
watching you
as if you were
some kind of
museum
exhibit.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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