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Nov 2017
"used to" Is an easy phrase
The tongue grasps the words.
How time passes that's
a lesson learned-
the heart, she scars or yearns.

In the evenings
I douse my memories
in gasoline-
I sing to bright Saturn.
She and I like sisters-
much too cold to burn.
Sydney Bittner
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Sydney Bittner  21/F
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