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02 April 2008 @ 7:00 pm

i cut open my pillow
placed the handful of scrambled letters inside:

mih ssim i, i miss him.

sewed it back up.
cried myself to sleep.
i used to be a girl without any secrets
and now i carry them in my bones in my blood,
settling still like his hands,
like his heart.

two and a half months
and it's been one day,
6:30 in the morning over and
over again. i need him home.

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