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vacuum
it was cold.
yes, it was winter and the window was open.
yes, the heating was off.
None of this really mattered.
It was the vacuum in his heart left by her soul today
that made the wind chill his broken bones.
the clocks were ticking. dry sounds in the empty night
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November 2011
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