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Dec 2016
there are songs
she skips purposely,
and there are songs
she plays on loop,
but she thinks of him in every *******
one, like a reminder
that she hasn’t
washed her hair in days
but she’s brushed her teeth
too many times today it starts
to tear
at her chapped lips
Lynde Rose
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