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Feb 2016
I cut myself open, peeked inside
to look for remorse
but found none.
You see, it was empty.

as if I had hid under the covers,
forgot to breathe
so that all my insides strangled
and only remembered how to die.
Esther
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Esther
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   --- and Arlo Disarray
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