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the blade shines in

for Shayna

in the middle
of the day,
a phone
call will
come for 
you.  and you
won't understand
the words, or 
the meaning of
the words, 
but will only
recognize the
voice, and the
tone of the
voice.

it will leave you
very still, and very
sick, and only
make you remember
the one time you
looked at the 
person after
making love, on
a bright morning,
and you just 
stared at them.
and smiled
at them.  because
you knew what 
you wanted to
say, but didn't
know if it was
what you
should say.

and now you are there:
still
and 
sick,
wishing you would
have said it first.

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