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Mar 2017
little lies become

big bruises, become

stashed secrets, become

****** sheets...again, become

tearful apologies, become

“i promise I’ll do better”.

But then

arms that held you become

arms that push, becomes

head first down the stairs, become

broken ribs, become

ER visits full of

little lies.
Emily Crews
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Emily Crews  Montana {406}
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