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Mar 2014
early morning grey Greeley
Violet's cats woke me up
and I left her roommate
taking a hit upstairs, just
wanted to leave, just wanted
to leave, didn't want to think
that this was the same kind
of life you were living. i'm
still not used to this you
that I don't even know
still not used to this
you that was there
all
along.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

Written to Your Hand In Mine by Explosions In The Sky
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