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Dec 2010
an empty wallet
a few crumbled up credit card receipts
and the spare change leftover
from another days haste,
pulled out of yesterday's jeans,
and strewn across her nightstand.
the one right beside the half-empty bed
because full was never
just someone.
Written by
Robert Eckert
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