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Oct 2013
in the spaces you left behind i
slit my finger on every word

i dropped them like shards of glass and
your feet bled,
i saw my reflection and she is no one
i ever meant to be
to you

your blood is on my skin and
my tears cannot wash my body clean
(c) noa harriott
noa harriott
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noa harriott  seattle
(seattle)   
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