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I
Do Not Expect To Be One Much Longer
It's
Not Longer Than a Life.
Wear.
please,
continue.
The
Visitor's Eye.
Were
You Listening.
Yes.
Regretting
The Night.
Surviving.
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I
remember.
Standing
knee deep
In a dirty ring
On porcelain walls
Surveying the years
In skin pruned white
By scalding waters
Wrapped
in the cool
Green towel
Smelling of my mother's dryer
Of walks in the woods
On muddy days
And buried cats held
In place by stone piles.
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division
2
You
Can Peer Into The Cracks
Breakfast.
Things
Happen.
Blind.
Dating.
A
Borrowed Bed.
A
Love Poem.
I
Remember.
Through
My Mother's Eyes.
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