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Aug 2022
i look for you every time i go to church
hoping you might wind up where i am.
every time my phone never rings
i hope it’s a call from you.
your sibling’s’ names came to my mind
while i sat unfocused in the pew.
it’s stupid to hope
but i have to have faith in something.
and i hate admitting it.
8/14/22
newborn
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newborn  18/F/wherever you are
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