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Feb 2014
don't you get it?

I exist now only
as a name in a sentence.
"remember me"
like all your bad decisions
the regret that haunts you
as you are sleeping

I am the nagging
in the basement
of your cluttered mind
rolling about inside your skull
a coin about to fall
let it

I am the knives
in the wind.
that you cower from
but cannot resist
some kind of fascination
take shelter

I am no good for you
frances
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frances  21/F/Manchester
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