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Elisa Cinelli Mar 2020
every wound on the soul
is an amputation
Elisa Cinelli Mar 2020
the day came
that I could not see you again
I couldn't beg
or bargain
because there was
no more you
but you were my world
so there was
no more world
Elisa Cinelli Mar 2020
sandcastles at the water's edge
master craftsmen
build indefinitely
I use my hands to hold back
the waves
Elisa Cinelli Mar 2020
your conditioner feels expensive
and you've arranged your books
by color
but in my small world
there is only a man
you didn't sweep the flour that fell
while you baked those cupcakes
I can't imagine him looking at you
the way he looks at me
and I'm sure you'd say the same about me
Elisa Cinelli Mar 2020
you look at me
and your eyes are like reigns
a fisherman's net
and I am like a marble statue
that is suddenly sand
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