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sab were the words that crawled into my head
as i rolled out of bed this morning
after 4 hours sleep.


and the wrecked_angels slumped close
and shared warmth

they were all too tired to
talk

but the comfort was there
and the silence was easy to bear
and the warmth was nice
and the company is always welcome.


the muses are not so much cruel
as eager
and they have a to do list
[clearly maked SAB at the top]
about the length of the equator.
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minnesota_chris the things we possess end up possessing us 040611
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sameolme my nickname on the soccer team is
grandma, for that very reason.
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