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Dec 2017
He was there
When I pulled into the restaurant parking lot

He was there
When I swung open the right-hand door

He was there
When I walked to back of the line

He was there
When I waited to order

He was there
When I asked for my sub sandwich

He was there
And I cannot escape.
Written by
Phoebe Woods  23/Genderqueer/Pennsylvania
(23/Genderqueer/Pennsylvania)   
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