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[well_enough]

You might come here
Sunday on a whim, after
I’m gone but my scent lingers
on a mattress left abandoned,
or in a forgotten box of clothing
I should have donated months ago,
but procrastinated in the same
way I procrastinated you.

[first 8 words belong to Richard Hugo, from his poem "Degrees of Grey in Philipsburg. )

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Comments

[giraffe63]

These were pretty different from each other (obviously), so though they were both really good, I liked the first one better; more the kind of style I personally like.