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Oct 2015
The door slammed
knocking a few transparent tears
off of its hinges.

The door has slammed
before.
But tonight...
Tonight was different.

That soft, lingering rattle
kept with it
the deep, consuming ache
of those,
once again,

left behind.
8.16.15
Alyssa Rose
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Alyssa Rose
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