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Mar 2014
You were sleeping,
half covered and naked.
You looked tired,
but peaceful and
we had both been drinking.
Capote draped over
the sofa arm,
and the fat snow
beat the window behind
the drawn curtains.
I wanted to shake you
ask the hard questions
why'd you ever go
do a thing like that.
But I didn't.
Written by
Jory  Chicago
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