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writings about
walking around
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the prom
,
and
moving forward
.
caller id

my apartment lies empty
i am in it. it's still empty
but the blinking number
on the machine will speak
your words softly
when i play

my apartment lies empty
i am in it. it's still empty
but your voice brings warmth
and memory and something
like life and all
it's what ifs

it is so strange to see that
your name's marked in liquid light
letters lying in my palm
forward through time
a message to mark
your passage

my apartment lies empty
i am in it. it's still empty
but you're nearly tangible
bearing a name that i
once long ago
wished was mine
Miranda, 04/23/07

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