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   Monday, January 17, 2005  
"dr."

they laid in bed.
it was dark
except for a few squares of
pearl blue
from the moon.
it had just snowed outside
but now it was too cold.
they were naked and warm beneath the sheets.
the heater had just clicked on again.
he thought she smelled nice
and he told her
quietly.

too .



what?



i said ilikedointhis


it was so quiet they could hear the neighbors wheels
as he drove behind the house
and the tires packed down the snow.

they were barely moving any more

and soon

they were asleep.


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