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Dec 2014
Everyone saw her as a flower,
but I saw the regret in her bubblegum smile.

Aged whiskey seeped through the cracks of her lies
and flooded the Chicago bay.

Didn't anyone warn her?
Eye shadow and pink lips can't alter chronic fatigue.
Isaiah Ross
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Isaiah Ross  Indiana
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