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Aug 2022
take this contraband
as a form of her
enchantment

she has given so much
more away than
that of what you could
never prove

injustice is all she eats
with her coffee
& you stopped waiting to see
if you still needed to
shut the door

you don’t need to be
a recollection
when she can be your most
treasured mistake


& they all seem to make those
in your honor,
don’t they?
written in June 2009
Jae Elle
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Jae Elle  33/F/Kansas
(33/F/Kansas)   
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