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InCongruity

oh my friends i am going to miss you. miss you, i am going to miss you with the largest of organs. i am going to miss you and think of nothing but you. i will pine for your morning voices and your crackling skillets. your sounds, your slow climaxes through the walls your slow, paced comfort. i will miss your every step your every dirty piece of laundry. oh my friends, i haven't a single one more of you. i have no excess of you, no substitute for you. i make my coffee alone, with no consideration for the cup i use, for there is no one now to say, "it is my favorite. it is the one I would prefer."
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22 Oct 12


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