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after midnight you come into my room and pull my sweater over my head, put your dry hand against my cheek: "goodnight, sweetie." "love you, dad," i say back, laugh, kiss your whiskery cheek. then you leave; the door clicks shut. |
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| pete | doorless glass sheds embrace the winds as they howl through the night. a dozen lonely souls stand trying not to shiver, waiting always. minutes tick away on the computer screen. the countdown slinks forward. sooner, or later, the bus will come. | 051221 |
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| silentbob | and NOW i start blathering | 090622 |