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Jun 2014
I undress slowly tonight
in front of a slanted mirror
and as my clothes drop
slowly with grace to the
carpeted floor
tears begin to slide across
the darker skin under my eyes
What I see in this mirror
is someone not worth remembering
and even I've forgotten
h.w. gosh
hannah way
Written by
hannah way  22/F/NV
(22/F/NV)   
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