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Aug 2015
He told me once,
while climbing broken stairs in an abandoned house,
that what people leave behind is arguably more interesting
than what they take with them.

I find it ironic that he left me months later.

I am still illuminated in the glow of what once was,
it turns my skin a sickly pale green.

This has yet to make me interesting,
I am just what was not important enough to take with him.
Wednesday
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Wednesday  Roanoke, Virginia
(Roanoke, Virginia)   
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   jg, Arfah Afaqi Zia, --- and SG Holter
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