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Apr 2019
The conclusions we made
Hang in the air unfinished with
The thickness of oxygen
Choking in my chest.
“Please” I plead,
“Tell me the truth”
These words hang
In echoes like smoke
Somewhere in the in between
Before they dissipate into silence.
Spinning away,
I can’t find a mirror that doesn’t meet me
And I ask,
Have I been alone all along?
Courtney
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