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Dec 2013
I woke up this morning
with red food coloring
streaming down my
ribs and solid gold
tears flooding my lap.
I thought:
"Maybe, if I bury my
face down deep into
the cold, I'll drown."
And then I thought:
"Oh no."
emma joy
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emma joy  CT
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