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May 29
The hold music is especially poignant today
and my heart is hurting
as I wash the last dish you ever used,
feeling the last warm water that involves you,
with my fingers wrinkling up one last time
as I commit this morning ritual,
again,
with no one to celebrate it with.
RMatheson
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RMatheson  Beating tired bones
(Beating tired bones)   
30
   Kalliope
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