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With My Back Toward The Door

We have an understanding:
drink as if a prize might tumble out at the end.
Or else in the hope that the bell above the door
now ringing
will bring her in from the cold
to say:
There you are,
at last.

With My Back Toward The Door

We have an understanding:
drink as if a prize might tumble out at the end.
Or else in the hope that the bell above the door
now ringing
will bring her in from the cold
to say:
There you are,
at last.

Evan Douglas, 25

Seattle

 
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