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how positive should I be that someday I will turn around to see him standing in the doorway admiring the mess of a kitchen i left tracking rocks into the living room woke him up too early smiled at a baby in the supermarket spoke to the asters and callas in the floral department, singing too loud over fried eggs and ***** dishes, I am in here waiting, unsure of why i have never or how i have never-- good lord, where are you? I have so many songs, and so many things i want to say about how i have given up and given in, hovered inches from the ocean floor, a rock bottom with my name plate not like his or hers, and will i come back? i have so many songs, so many things I want to say.
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
for sure.
how positive should I be that someday I will turn around to see him standing in the doorway admiring the mess of a kitchen i left tracking rocks into the living room woke him up too early smiled at a baby in the supermarket spoke to the asters and callas in the floral department, singing too loud over fried eggs and ***** dishes, I am in here waiting, unsure of why i have never or how i have never-- good lord, where are you? I have so many songs, and so many things i want to say about how i have given up and given in, hovered inches from the ocean floor, a rock bottom with my name plate not like his or hers, and will i come back? i have so many songs, so many things I want to say.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
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