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today it was 70 degrees in the afternoon i closed my eyes and pretended that there was a foot of snow on the ground wrapped my arms around myself for warmth and shivered i had attempted to remember how the year has taken and split me into two the one that was lying on that hospital bed begging god for mercy and the other that was drunk in the waiting room laughter echoing down the halls smelling like clorox pouring whiskey down people's shirts the one that had felt stung and with aching bones let it go into a river of tears or the other that took off her apron told you to **** off and stormed outside hoping the mascara was waterproof the one terrified to drive into the desert alone the other pouring gasoline down the highway taking the wrong trail talking to strangers at cafes panic attacks in a wal-mart parking lot knowing the importance of goodbyes and deodorant loving your touch but hating your voice yet falling for the way her bones shift beneath her collar   hands clamming up at the sight of him letting calves burn and peel breaking corks for expensive chardonnay striking the match letting it fall feeling the drops on her shoulder
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
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today it was 70 degrees in the afternoon i closed my eyes and pretended that there was a foot of snow on the ground wrapped my arms around myself for warmth and shivered i had attempted to remember how the year has taken and split me into two the one that was lying on that hospital bed begging god for mercy and the other that was drunk in the waiting room laughter echoing down the halls smelling like clorox pouring whiskey down people's shirts the one that had felt stung and with aching bones let it go into a river of tears or the other that took off her apron told you to **** off and stormed outside hoping the mascara was waterproof the one terrified to drive into the desert alone the other pouring gasoline down the highway taking the wrong trail talking to strangers at cafes panic attacks in a wal-mart parking lot knowing the importance of goodbyes and deodorant loving your touch but hating your voice yet falling for the way her bones shift beneath her collar   hands clamming up at the sight of him letting calves burn and peel breaking corks for expensive chardonnay striking the match letting it fall feeling the drops on her shoulder
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ekaterina-pietsch
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
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