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Apr 2012
"I love you"
"I miss you"
They are words that
are spoken to me.
I smile.

Everything they say is incoherent.
Such aliens I am related to.
We laugh over dim-witted memories.
We say loving things.
But I am uncertain.

They hug me.
They kiss my cheek.
They do all these things.
As sweet as it may sound...
It's really not

They rend everything.
Allison Hill
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Allison Hill  Wichita, Kansas
(Wichita, Kansas)   
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