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May 2013
dear don’t you see?
the more things you unpack
the harder it is to leave.

you’ve left behind so many things
i can’t possibly begin to clean

you flow through my viens
you’re the oxygen i breathe.
how will these dry bones carry me
if  you decide to leave?
Kiah Tomatz
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Kiah Tomatz
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   Sean Winslow
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