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2002-06-07 / 7:58 am
rain in the house

i

could

walk

wake

haplessly

on

a

slick

sided

door

over

the

concrete

within

a

lost

dream

inside

a

two

level

house

and

the

muffled

sounds

from

all

those

children

outside

and

i

drag

a

finger

down

the

middle

of

that

near

window,

through

the

condensation,

thinking

about

the

space

it

makes

and

the

water

it

takes

with

it,

now

on

the

surface

of

my

skin

and

while

they

laugh

and

play

it's

so

warm

by

a

navy

hooded

sweatshirt.

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