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Jan 2016
The day was bright like wash on the line,
Cold like an ice cream headache,
Crowded like a jar of jellybeans.
He has forgotten me like an overdue bill.
His mom is as giggly as a ******* prom night.
My house is messy as the inside of a pumpkin.
Christmas Eve was empty like the endpapers of a book.
Evelyn Halstead
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Evelyn Halstead  Texas
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