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April 16
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vow

beloved I broke my vow
I went out and got drunk
on the prevailing conditions

young mute traveler
come sit at my kitchen table
you are no longer homeless

you shuffle your deck of cards
I wait on a turn in the weather
old jackets are turning into roses

vow

beloved I broke my vow
I went out and got drunk
on the prevailing conditions

young mute traveler
come sit at my kitchen table
you are no longer homeless

you shuffle your deck of cards
I wait on a turn in the weather
old jackets are turning into roses

Elizabeth Myhr, 48

Seattle

 
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