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Nov 2017
Her lipstick's the same red as the car she crashed into that ditch. And you can't help thinking her whole head is a car wreck. You have a fleeting thought you wish she'd die in an accident. You try not to think about it. Sometimes you take the detour to ride past her skid marks. And sometimes you want to make your own right there.
Maia Vasconez
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Maia Vasconez  Oregon
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     Lior Gavra and CNM
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