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Lisa Stegeman May 2022
I cut my own sandwich into
fourths. I think I do it better
than you ever could.
Lisa Stegeman Jul 2021
I’d rather watch you
watch fireworks than
watch fireworks.
Lisa Stegeman May 2021
I have already
forgotten the way you used
to look at me, love.
Lisa Stegeman May 2021
You were a shooting
star to me. I loved you with
fleeting, burning haste.
Lisa Stegeman Sep 2020
I am not the hands
that held me. I am my own
hands, scars, and bruises.
Lisa Stegeman Sep 2020
I thought you were my
soulmate, but now I think you
have no soul at all.

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