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Apr 2013
You tended to the forest in my
chest and now you're gone and
the roots are overgrown, and the
leaves are making their way up to
my mouth and I can taste them when
I breathe your name late at night. It
hurts. Now come back and finish
what you've done to my insides.
Megan Grace
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Megan Grace
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