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May 2011
Water so shallow
I can see straight to the bottom.
Conversation
clearly
not enough to irrigate
the open wounds.

Leave me to drown.
Saturate your lies
into some other body.
Use your tears
to water other flowers.

I'll lay out and enjoy
while the sun still sunshines.
Time for you to move, out of sight.
You're blocking my light.
Before you make lines.
Permanent lines.
Michelle
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Michelle
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   Michelle and Marie Nichols
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