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October 24, 2014 by Wayne.



Rain, parting, restlessness
Swirled coffee and stale scents
The tops dead upon reentry
Burnt and sweated out
Like her faint lips and brow

Hesitant and guarded
Measuring syllables by the thimble
Waiting for a nameless face
Thinking: Why not?

Maybe she’s busy.

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