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03.20.11
Indecisively
sitting on the unmade bed.
Watching the clock shift.

03.21.11
We breathe easier
as the room begins to fade,
swallowed in darkness.

03.22.11
We lie side by side
in a well-lit room— our hands
just inches apart.

03.23.11
The drone of a plane
slices through the night, passing
overhead, slowly.

03.24.11
In the mail: a book.
Older than myself. Pages
yellowed. Stained edges.

03.25.11
Gathering more stones
to line my pockets, keeping
me still through the night.

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