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Oct 2014
i hated the empty closets
at my father's house
and i could never trace the smell of his bed covers
back to my mother

and so when you hug me
please don't be angry if i cringe

cause those empty metal hangers
left scars on my ribcages
and they hurt when you hold me.
Written by
Adelle
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