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Aug 2013
I breathe like your laugh
is taking up all the air
in my apartment, like
maybe I'll **** in a story
you left buried under a
blanket in the corner,
like all I have left of you
is a few endings to a
couple of sentences
whispered into my ear.
Megan Grace
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Megan Grace
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