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Nov 2015
i reached for his hair
as if he'd jumped off the side of a building and
that was all that was left to hold onto.
i grasped at his clothes
as if he'd filled his pockets with stones and
that was the last part of him above the depths of a lake.
i looked at my reflection in his eyes
as if he'd stopped loving me and
i could make him love me again just by making eye contact.
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Molly Daniels  ma
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   Ariel Baptista
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