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October 4th, 2006, 11:35 PM
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No words are left. The air is
still and stifling. I watch
in silence as you pack. Your guitar
is thrown in the back seat
next to a box of harcover
Stephen Kings. You move undeterred
by my sobs. You force
me to bear witness as you hand-pick
everything that you feel is important
and pack it into a box. Everything
that you will take with you
when you leave me behind.
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