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Jan 27
I don’t have to change the names,
hide beneath hyperbole and metaphor,
or remove details to protect our guilt.

Neither one of us is blameless;
we both created a storm that left behind lifetimes of wreckage.

And I dare not pretend this is in honor
of the beauty we were in the beginning.

No—

this is an ode to a tragedy that will always be:
the you and me that we became.
Written by
Tameka Jarmon  F/Atlanta, GA, USA
(F/Atlanta, GA, USA)   
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   Clay Micallef
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