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Monday, January 4, 2010
A Little Morning Poem from Last Weekend
I talked so loudly she said
she tried shushing my discussions
from her dream, waking
to realize the noise all came
from me, two sides of an argument,
two parts of me she’d never seen.
I hope next time she’ll wake me.
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