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Langille, Carole

Judith

What we decided on the front steps eating

Her Kind

All those nights your husband saying, "Yes,

Prayer

Every hour I am disappearing

Luke

I was tired and wanted quiet

Caleb

Little boy crying because you think I've left

Repair

The wing back chair looked sturdy enough

Darkness

Darkness is a strain of music
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