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Jun 2013
I puff on my inhaler
For the sixth time today
And listen to the real person
Sewed against my shadow feet.
She's crying, spilling secrets
Behind cheap wine
Her stories break my heart
They were what I knew
But wished
No one would say aloud.
Anna
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