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Feb 2015
i hated packing that maroon duffel bag
because i knew it meant
that the next three days would be different
and i wanted everything to stay the same
he would open the front door
and smile
even though he wasn’t happy
and invite me in
even though i wasn’t welcome

i didn’t understand why he lied to me
without even speaking
Chrissy Cosgrove
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Chrissy Cosgrove  Capitola, CA
(Capitola, CA)   
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