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May 2014
Lately my dreams have been working 12 hour shifts
and you seem to disappear at the 13th
But around hour 15 I start to draw your eyes on the tv screen
and taste your lips on my knife
I start to bleed because I think your name just cut into my lip a bit

and you're gone

At hour 19 i swear I hear your voice on the other line of whoever my dad is talking to and I can't breathe anymore
Hour 22 is the roughest
but only because my hands are a lot softer than yours and I can't quite get them to do that thing you did

It's hour 24
and I think this blanket was stitched from your body
Janay Moore
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Janay Moore  Chicago
     sabina and Jazmine Moore
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