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Mar 2014
there is a sealed cardboard box
labeled "i can't find it in me to get rid of these"
filled with the empty words spoken from his lips
and all the bitter sweet memories that she knows
don't mean a thing to him now
they probably never did
the thought came to me when i was half asleep,
the usual.

March 12th, 2013
2:28 AM
Kendra Feener
Written by
Kendra Feener  24/Cape Breton
(24/Cape Breton)   
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