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Oct 2013
i know you kept my eggshell heart in
a velvet box, but
the lining in the box that laid
in my back pocket
wore away, wore so thin;

and... i thought it best
to give it back to you
than to let it jostle in its
tiny home
until it cracked.

i cried in the shower an hour later.
(c) noa harriott
noa harriott
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noa harriott  seattle
(seattle)   
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