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Sep 2015
it comes in the lonely hours of the morning
a suffocating wave of loss that leaves my throat tight
chest constricted
stomach rolling
i didn't think loss could feel physical

hugging my knees doesn't help with the tightness
i guess
but it keeps myself from breaking
it's not as good as the feel of your arms
but this will have to do.
michelle
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michelle  montreal
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   Rose Moravia
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