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Jun 2013
Did you really think I was okay?
  when you saw my nicotine-stained teeth
Did you really think I was okay?
  when the only sound heard from recycling were
    the heavy clank! of bottles

Did you really think I was okay?
  when I only wore long sleeves in the steaming
    summer

Did you really think I was okay?
   when they cut me open and saw my bruised and
   battered corpse?
Esmé van Aerden
Written by
Esmé van Aerden  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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