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Aug 2016
Sometimes I cry out
Searing pain where my other lung used to be
Heart is the cliche but she still beats
Breathing on the other hand has become laborious
Longing muscles and unrequited joints
Are all that remain of what was
They say to use a mirror
To imagine you still there
To lessen the pain
I do

In every reflective surface.
Christa Ziegler
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Christa Ziegler  Phoenix, Arizona
(Phoenix, Arizona)   
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