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Sep 2015
The windows of the plane are tiny
Normally they would make me feel anxious
and claustrophobic
but not today

It's raining
the sky is gray and I feel like I've been punched in the stomach too many times and now it's numb
My mouth is dry and most likely it'll only get drier

I said "I love you. I'll miss you."
and we parted ways.
Cordelia Rilo
Written by
Cordelia Rilo  LA, CA
(LA, CA)   
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   JS, Virginia S and jia
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