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i squeaked my way slowly down the stairs before dawn,

forgetting my glasses on the bedside table,

forgetting to turn on the lights,

forgetting everything but the dim glow from the streetlight,

the dull, heavy ache of my heart.

 

i never realized, or else, was made to forget: it is a fragile thing,

this heart of mine.

breakable.

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