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Mar 2017
things fall apart
and like a nudged glass chandelier
we came crashing down
on cold, hard marble

wouldn't it have been nice
to be made out of plastic as well?


maybe then,
we wouldn't be in pieces.
what we had isn't recyclable. i don't know what to do.
Anna Starr
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Anna Starr  21/NYC
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