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Oct 2020
something about how the day
hovered above
& around; it
perched
upon her shoulder


jaded comes as jaded grows
much more so when
you're older, the
vultures ever
closer
than she could be
to his breast

god, why can't she
put this ****
to rest?!


this sick sick
sad sad thing
living deep inside
her chest
Jae Elle
Written by
Jae Elle  33/F/Kansas
(33/F/Kansas)   
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