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Mar 2014
My couch still whispers
the trailing ends of a few
of your sentences and I
can hear them from my
bed in the next room.
I've tried to block them
out but hands and pillows
and quilts can only do
so much and eventually
the words seep into my
dreams and make me
believe that this will all
work itself out in time.
I need new furniture.
Megan Grace
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Megan Grace
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