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Nov 2019
sometimes I imagine this body
cloaked in cation tape carved like a noose,
sometimes I still see his handprints on my chest,
sometimes I get this sense of fear
that he is still watching me,
and sometimes I still think I am there.
Written by
Chloe Haas
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       Andi, E, Bebe, CarolineSD, --- and 1 other
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