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Oct 2015
The mirror in my bathroom is cursed
There is a crack from when you tripped and fell
I think I can still smell the blood

The last time I saw you it was spring
Pollen filled the air with the words 'I love you'
My foolish tongue made me say it, it wasn't me

I know how much it hurts you
Hearing those words from the girl you grew up with
The next store neighbor who you treated like a sister

The mirror shows the blood you thought we shared broken
Because you've stopped speaking to any of us
It's empty now, a crack is all the memory you left in this place.
Luna Craft
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