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Well Enough by Julie Libbey Freedom from the weather of harsh glances, and the feel of leather on fingertips Courage of a closet half full and never too many things to hang. Ideas of a beginning near an end and laughter longing sideways How had I hoped to feel no loss or love in that brief second that you departed and drifted out beyond. If the breath had caught in my throat if the sad smile had not curled my ironic lips if I had just left well enough alone. |
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[venus in 1998] [well enough] [dancing birds]