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mirna aguilar Mar 2014
ghostly walls
and cold nights.
faint sobs and
deplorable thoughts.
torn mattress,
yet nothing matters.
the smell of ***,
thick in the air.
lost, he finds her.
a small caress
is all it takes.
eighteen.
finally free.
able to love,
able to live.

— The End —