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Oct 2012
We walk and we argue.
Either way it’ll be unfair.
You don’t want to be here
and I don’t want to be there.
We continue to walk home.
You clear your throat.
I fix my hair.
There are wars in our heads.
We know.
One of us will have to walk home, alone.
Carmen Ray
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