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Sunday, November 21, 2010
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Maybe I left the drawer open
and the books in that order
But they speak to me differently now
and never tell me why except
that I shouldn't be alone
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Ilana Lipowicz
I write a poem every day, hence the title. Sometimes I like them.
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