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Apr 2014
my body is an empty shell,

a cave of stalagmites with history on the walls,

and my heartbeat echoes your name within me.

your silence is sitting on my chest like dead weight,

and your voice is lethal in my veins.

i never wanted to write about you leaving.
Katie Rudnicki
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