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Mar 2012
You look like ****.
That's a terrible color on you.

With your greed stained fingers,
the lights in your eyes set to "motion sensor,"

and all that jealousy
stuck in your teeth,

I wouldn't even miss you
if you wrote HOME across your forehead.
Lauren Rose
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