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Aug 2013
We spilled the medicine on the violin,
But it still plays, strings sticky with cherry.
And the bottle shakes in his hands,
"Please don't, please don't."
Teeth like pills digging into my neck.
She sat on the fence chewing bubblegum candy
He cries in ruins and the dog barks in circles.
Dandelion fluff in the sweet summer breeze,
He has her face in his locket smiling all day.
Weight straight on me, lips right on me.
My fingernails aren't painted like hers.
Her handwriting saved in his soul somewhere,
He loves me but he can still smell her in his skin.
"Please don't, please don't."
He pours the pills down the sink, fingers still shaking,
And the medicine spills onto the violin.
"I won't, I won't."
Its strings are sticky with cherry, but it still plays.
It still plays.
MS Lynch
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MS Lynch  Long Island
(Long Island)   
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