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Oct 2014
quiet still waiting
dinner burns slowly
sun setting shadows

mindless drifting
wondering why
Is it thursday or friday

what rules apply
shall i run or walk
not one ***** dish

great love shines
he's returning to me
one plate or two

salad making spin
I know what he likes
denial doesn't work

candle burning love
snuffed out heat
two glasses of chianti waiting
How many dinners waiting to be eaten never do
miss pie
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