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Letter #14

April 6, 2011

Perhaps you were  never  born

who, sleepless

waits patiently for my familiar steps at  the door

after the  dying growl of an engine

and  I ,not having to fix  a  pillow beneath  your head

guided by the flickering  light of a muted  screen

my arm  warmed briefly  by your breath

perhaps

have never lived.





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