INT. SUBURBAN HOME – NIGHT
07/28/07
I sit
alone
silent
tryi
ng
2
hold
back
tearz
a tele{vision} set
blasts
d
o
w
n
s
t
a
i
r
s
a journal.
a bed.
a pen.
I write:
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Love is as cold as the ice storms in winter.
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