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I buy items from a list that isn't mine
walking down an aisle quietly in someone else's shoes
transported instantly into another time
lost in the rhythm of a lyric of another's favorite tune
slanting the curve to match the ink left in a letter
handwritten love languages that I could once command
holding it to my chest to make me feel better
feeling the empty warmth where once there was a hand
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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