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becoming the past
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and because i couldn't hold you
i went to the porch alone
and held drops from the leaky roof in my hand
my toe caught on a nail
and began bleeding like an onion
in the grass
it slowed to a drizzle by the time you got out
and when your musky hair fell
on my shoulder
steam was rising from the street
goodnight 1.2.98
