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Monday, September 8, 2008

Morning’s Early Dark

About the other
night
I’m sorry,
Four a.m.
I can’t begin to explain
to you,
how bad I am
at doing so.

What I was trying to say
was
“don’t go”.
But-
I didn’t.

And you did.
Posted by Kim Wilkins at 5:46 PM

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