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Feb 2019
do you miss me?
the girl I was before
my lips turned to ash
and my fingers left
black tar smears on
the furniture?

soft. sweet. haven't
seen her in years,
not since the blonde
curls went dark.
so did the eyes.
ghost girl
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ghost girl
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   nat, Sue Huff and ---
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