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Sep 2014
I propped my heels on a vinyl
trumpet case beside a Rubik's Cube
with mostly white squares. Steel hinges
and a combination latch
kept a midnight groove contained.
Last load's dryer sheets found
their way inside my backpack,
picking up character from uncapped
pens and highlighters.
I should be sleeping.
C S Cizek
Written by
C S Cizek  Williamsport
(Williamsport)   
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