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Jul 2017
there's a lot
he doesn't understand
either, so far along
i have stretched myself
across the sangres and
off towards Littleton, Greeley,
just so I don't have to be
in such close quarters with
my own thoughts,
stay that way
like this, convincing
myself daily that he
hates me so I don't
show up on his
porch in the rain
staring at a little
green key
that i
thought he
had already
thrown
away.
brooke
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brooke
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