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Ed Baker, US
 

 

 

 

Neighbor

 

In this quiet She handed

 

In this quiet she handed
me another clearly bonded
double whiskey
is clear to me
now
as cold her hands were chilled
to the touch
just so across the room
fire in hearth

a moment that I
could
not

get
out

of

 




THE SILENCE






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