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Sunday, July 12, 2009. Somehow you can ignore what you see but not what you feel. The gnawing away at night. When you walk the floor in search of tea. The hours seem longer, as if the clock wont sweep them away with its hands. Friday, June 26, 2009. Bloody men line the streets. Their hands filled with stones. A song fills my heart. The place your finger touched. Saturday, May 2, 2009. Sunday, April 5, 2009. I knocked before I entered. The room seemed large. I called your name. Sunday, March 15, 2009.

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Sunday, July 12, 2009. Somehow you can ignore what you see but not what you feel. The gnawing away at night. When you walk the floor in search of tea. The hours seem longer, as if the clock wont sweep them away with its hands. Friday, June 26, 2009. Bloody men line the streets. Their hands filled with stones. A song fills my heart. The place your finger touched. Saturday, May 2, 2009. Sunday, April 5, 2009. I knocked before I entered. The room seemed large. I called your name. Sunday, March 15, 2009.

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