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Oct 2018
I wiped my lips with the back of my hand
And just like that
You were gone

The taste of blood, spit and ***
Smeared in my lipstick

I watched my hand lite the match, burn
And just like that
You were gone

The smell of phosphorus and
Crackle skin and
Fingernail singe

I read the book up to the end
And just like that
You were gone

The dogeared pages and corner notes
β€œEverything we see is a perspective, not the truth”
And you were gone
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