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Sunday, July 5, 2020
In the Corner and Wait for the Rain
As I took my leave
into the
tin-roofed shack
where she had the man
the door open,
the smell of coffee
greeted me.
I sat in the corner
and wait for the rain
to wash out the reports
to wash out the stories
out the madness
out the shame.
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