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Jan 2019
my neck is decorated
with a necklace tight enough
to almost hurt

i like it
but my mind stops
and i feel the necklace
turn black

i visualize your hand
as it grips my neck
and suddenly the necklace
is blood red

am i bruised
your handprint will always
be a crude reminder
of how much i hate
my necklace
agnes
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     Fawn and Em MacKenzie
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