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Jun 2014
I dreamt you last night.
Attending church with my mother.
You were there in the pew,
in the grey dress you wore to your grandparents
that Christmas.
You were beautiful,
but your eyes were not your own
Matthew Berkshire
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Matthew Berkshire  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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