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May 2018
wait
flows from my
body like
blood
skin left ragged
asking why
as if my
shallow pulse
needs more than
desperate mouth
to mouth
whispering to
each other what
is the point?

but there's only
silence left
longer than a
lingering *how
are you still
like this?
ghost girl
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ghost girl
105
   juliana
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