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Wednesday, November 9, 2016


the weight of the three week old baby in my arms
the tears that ran down my cheek, listening to 
the extra long hug from a colleague
the determination to do good
the silence
the owl outside my window
the harmonies i will listen to this weekend
the fuck you fuck you fuck you text i sent to protect myself


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