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it was summer
it was
summer
that one night all
those years ago
standing across from
you in the kitchen
your eyes splashed
with angry tears
the dreadful numbing
silence eating thoughts
I didn't know
what to say
standing there
looking down
at the floor
...so I cried,
too
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