moving. a poem. a lament.

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by: Erin

oh, blank walls mocking

poorly patched holes 

in brown boxes

around corners always

another matchbox car underfoot

on the floor a board book open

bottles of lotion  

on my aching back too

another heavy container of random

crap 

my kid woke up early from his nap

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