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Jan 2019
I keep thinking about the night
he sat across from me
ripping into a pomegranate
with his hands but
I couldn’t stop seeing it as
a bleeding heart.

He put his lips on
My lips but
It just felt like he was trying to eat me.
Maia Vasconez
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Maia Vasconez  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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