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Mar 26
our friendship fell off a bridge
- or maybe it jumped -
I don't remember.

I can't.
I shiver at the thought
the niceties and how are yous
clouding all the unlapsed judgement

pretending that those late nights still hold weight

Holding on to the crocheted rope as if it will hold us together
through anything more than a thought
Sarah Elaine
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Sarah Elaine  24/F
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