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Jan 2014
you don't live here anymore,
but there's still a blue shirt
and a pair of shorts you should have tried on before you bought
they were too small.

it's been four days
and i still haven't slept in the bed yet.
i'm terrified of smelling the pillow i'll go ******* insane
if you're still in there.

******* it all i keep finding empty packs
of your cigarettes and i think
i see a sock in the corner
please no **** **** **** **** **** i can't take it
there's your tooth brush how the **** could you forget that?
one more bar of soap and i'll have to set this entire apartment complex
on fire.
the movies are all mine but we watched them together
and the two chairs i have are still positioned the same.
i know, i'll throw one off the balcony. okay i'm making progress.

one chair down
the past year and a half to go.
Amelia Mohn
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