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Sep 2018
Crying on the couch
thinking in circles,
when I look down to my phone.
It has an open, blank, message,
to my drug dealer.
"Woh, how did that get there?"
I close the message.

That was close.
Alaina Moore
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Alaina Moore  32/Non-binary/Chicago
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