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Feb 2019
Circles like squares
like cracked skin
and blisters
and Saturday mornings.

Shapes like your eyes
or the eyes
of a passing car
and Saturday nights.

Like they could even really forget you.

card stock heavy
in your chest
like Valentine shards
you cut cards
from the thickness of memories
Written by
Seven Mills
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