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Apr 2014
Could I ever call your name
Loud enough
To be heard?
Words herded through your mind
In one, out the other
But I was just a puddle
On your living room couch
A sheer sweater draped over me
Ridiculously.
Every face I show you ficticuously
Shows you
Your reflection
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   --- and Joshua Haines
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