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Sickly Memory

The pit of my stomach won't let me forget you. Every other fiber of my body can't even remember your name, but my stomach-- damned stomach-- sinks and reminds me all day that my lips once felt your kisses, my hand once held onto yours, my cotton heart once wrapped itself around your chilly brain and loved it. But now I want you gone. Out of my dreams, my thoughts, my stomach (damned stomach) knowing full well it's all out of my hands. Most of all I want you out of my poetry-- how dare you intrude on this most sacred utterance, this holy expression of myself. What a shame--a damned shame-- that since I once loved you, you're now a part of me.
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elizabeth-milnes
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Jan 17, 2012
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