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one
 more
 prodigal

it
 was
 raining
 when
 we
 last
 spoke

I
 strummed
 string
 tapestries
 and
 you

awash
 in
 coffee
 spattered
 songs

while
 the
 front
 porch
 steps
 need
 painting

your
 sister
 closed
 her
 eyes
 and
 dreamt

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