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My hat on the finial,

Shoes on the rack,

Coats on the hooks,

Your scarf on the chair.


A stray hair,

That mug you bought us for Christmas,

My father's pen,

A row of books all mixed up,


Chosen words,

The silence of your absence,

The sound of your key in the lock,

The one you love waiting,


Taking stock. 







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