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Jan 2013
This is not life
and I am not really living
in this place far away
up inside the
in between

What happened?

Like,
when someone rips
the tablecloth from underneath
the plates
and they're still left
Spinning.

That’s what this love is like.
Liz Devine
Written by
Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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