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Feb 2017
reflections aren't my body
reflections are made up of that which is weightless,
on surfaces of those which are limitless.
heavy. heavy. heavy.
do you argue with a car window?
you see reflections blinking back at you
because your eyes are salty and they burn,
and since blinking & burning feels better than breaking down,
you don't argue.
you continue to blink or you look away
and it still feels the same.
aren't you sick of this ******* game?
how you look into these reflections can shift,
just as windows bleed and blur after they grow older.
let your heart get softer
don't let your heart get colder.
Emma Katka
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Emma Katka  33/F/North Dakota/Minnesota
(33/F/North Dakota/Minnesota)   
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