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May 2014
He slid his picture next to hers.
To dust the spaces beneath it.
Let the corners of the frames touch.
Left them together, to see if she would smile.

Pointless spring cleaning.
Her picture was collecting dust.
He held her name so tight behind his teeth-
He forgot he needed to breathe.
Quinton Horras Yard
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Quinton Horras Yard  The Midwest
(The Midwest)   
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   Alfie Rowntree
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