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Jan 2016
I was your right hand woman,
sat down near me to stretch your arms over your head
shirt rising along parallels with my motives
and you look for my eyes,
neck stretched its furthest back and your grey hair falls
almost touching the ground
you spoke something that never mattered
but I knew everything in that second.
Massi Lee
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Massi Lee  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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