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Crushed Bones
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Itching to get back.
Isn't that what you said?
Outside, the air flushed your cheeks pink
when I asked you for the third time if you had missed home.
Maybe this is the absence of effort:
barely lucid fingers and the smoothing of hair.
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