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Jan 2015
I wish I wrote you
the way I felt
you, skin bruised and
unforgiving,
teeth stained with
old lipstick and cigarette smoke, your
eyes barely closing when you try to
sleep. I wish I wrote you the
way I felt you, all sharp
breaths and whimpers, nails dug deep
under my skin.
Yasmin H
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Yasmin H
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