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Oct 2014
and while you may have
known my favorite poet
and what i watch when
i'm sad you did not know
my heart, did not
understand its cadence,
never took the time to
listen to the way it
whispered your name
into the outermost layer
of my lungs so that i
could breathe it out
when i spoke to you.
(a tiny part of me wishes
you were here to carry all
my books from the library
sale again this year. a very
tiny part.)
Megan Grace
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Megan Grace
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