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Sep 2015
I think its the tear that rolls down your nose and soaks into your pillow. Your face is buried in someone else’s neck, and you cant recognize their smell or the way that they breathe. You trace the outline of their body and come out empty handed. Their lips aren’t as soft and no longer bring yours company. Their hands can’t ease pain anymore and you feel so alone your thoughts echo.
What makes this happen?
kristina Rhodes
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kristina Rhodes  Vancouver
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