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Part. I. The Beginning of the End

by Uriel Tovar

I came through the back door of
the morgue
hoping not to be noticed.
I was fat with depression and
the air wasn't any thinner.
you stayed still
peering into the
acoustic tile--
I don't think you wanted to be noticed anymore than I did.

12/02/2005

Author's Note: a new series i'm starting.

Posted on 12/02/2005
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