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Saturday, October 16, 2010

All along
you were pulling
away.

That last night,

your hand
on my leg
as we rode home--

it was a kind
gesture.

A gentle goodbye.

It's what I remember most.


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  1. EOctober 19, 2010 at 9:42 PM

    This poem is wholly gentle, wistful.
    Very pretty Brandon.

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