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Nov 2017
I see you in the cracks of her smile.
The cracks that curl and creep like the conscious blades that slide across my body when I see you with her and I can’t think,
About the way her smile mimicks mine when you sell her your recycled words that once rang in my ears,
And now ring in hers like a church bell, because you took your time at the speed of light and now I’m
Broken.
Jess Reynolds
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Jess Reynolds  17/F/Norfolk, England
(17/F/Norfolk, England)   
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