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Mar 2016
let me really stop
and think,  listen to your
footsteps lessen as
they walk away

all the footfalls gone
your high-hell disappeared
from my closet
the porch is crowded

just awaiting the
last of you
to go away
every last tribute

mostly I am silent
listening to memories
of how
we used to kiss
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