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Feb 2011
You trip over apologies
like I stumble into love,
accidental and bruised.
They dribble out the side
of your mouth and onto the
letter you're writing for the
benefit of you and you alone.
You'll tuck it beneath my
windshield wipers, whispering
the words that you always
fall back on, "I'm sorry."
Charles Barnett
Written by
Charles Barnett  Ironton, Ohio
(Ironton, Ohio)   
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