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Mar 2014
I walked myself into a
house of mirrors
where I'm slowly drowning
in my own well-wrought tears
I didn't get to say goodbye
so at every turn
I see myself
and choke on a grim hello
Madeline Cirullo
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Madeline Cirullo
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