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Nov 2015
like whiskey burning your throat on a cold day
******* in the frigid air for a breath
just making an attempt to breath normal
feel normal
realizing that their words were the only thing that could sting
as harsh as this
maybe even more
Madeline Frosh
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Madeline Frosh  NYC
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