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Jun 2014
It is weird that I will never go to a
Foxlin show, never hear the songs
you claim are about me, never let
the words run across the floor and
up my legs, never let them settle
deep down in the gaping hole you
left just to the right of my heart.
It was strange to be the subject
of your art. I wonder how you
feel being the subject of mine.
Megan Grace
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