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Sep 2014
i didn’t know she
existed outside my dreams.
i’d never been good at keeping
my hands empty, or
my cup watered, or keeping flowers
alive, until my knock-knock jokes
bloomed and ran over the edges; until
I became more
forever than
funny.
Niles Heron
Written by
Niles Heron  Detroit, MI
(Detroit, MI)   
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