I opened,
inhaled
understood,
and
my floor was not
grass, and my sky was
low, my heart
cracked in that old
lost line of
withering
with the withoutness
of you.
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Not Quiet Any More 
I’m so sorry the seagull’s best was taken away!
My, what striking prose seeps from these pain pits.
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Thanks, husband.
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