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Sep 2015
I see your broad shoulders around every corner
Your ghost follows me through the corridors

The campus walls are closing in
Everyone knows everything

Lost in thought during each lecture
Pushing away images of her

I wanted the full story
I thought that you adored me

Yet all I see are marks on your skin
Marks that I did not give

My hair was still on the pillow
My clothes were still on the floor

Then you had her in the same bed
And repeated the words you said

These grounds are killing me slowly
Your friends are calling me unholy

But you're the liar and the cheat
You're the one lost in a web of white sheets
For WY
For how "holy" you are.
Allyson Walsh
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Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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