The London Hours, 2012

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Maybe a smile
on elevators
will rise
.
my thoughts
on a higher level
where breath could linger
.
tears restrain themselves
wide eyes smooth out
eggs turned over
.
well done, thank you
where were you
been waiting so long
.
put peppers on, no tomatoes
lots of salt and sugar
in the coffee
.
they talk talk and I try to
stuff you down in
my stomach
.
another day
without
you.
.

.

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