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Jan 2019
The recipe required tears
and so she squinted and
she squunched, forcing
whatever salt she could
gather between her ears

NOTHING

If love is anything like
this death, well

No thank you
dear

A box of tears

Searching the grocery store
shelves,
We got nothing

Aside from that?

Well, being all too familiar
with the whole *******
thing

Thank you
Dear
Jennifer Beetz
Written by
Jennifer Beetz  55/F/USA
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