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Nov 2015
the ghosts of your glances drift through me like snow,
getting tangled like spiderwebs on my ribs
until the ache under my breastbone reminds me
i can't breathe
my lungs are full of your smiles
Audrey
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Audrey
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   Elizabeth J and r
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