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Mar 2013
The one you make up lies about
If you happen to see.
I become the trash every Thursday
morning,
and the Playstation 3.
The dishes in the backyard, and
the registration to my car.
Suddenly I am Coco's sickness-
and food for your worms.
Your abandoned NASA mattress,
And these forgotten words.
Michelle E Alba
Written by
Michelle E Alba  30/F/Oregon
(30/F/Oregon)   
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