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Feb 2016
I learned to never really talk about it
to take what I can and hide from the light
to feel my face crack beneath my skin.
drunken words escape from half shut eyes.

smoke settles in your shadow
but only I know
about the face behind the mask.
consuming fires were never meant to last
burnt out cause we were the perfect match.
Anna
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