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Apr 2011
There are mud stains on the back of my jeans.
Empty glasses in the sink.
The blanket on the living room floor.

My lungs stop working every time I look at them.
Air getting caught in my throat.
I clean up, and it becomes real:
It's over.
Kathy Byers
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Kathy Byers  31/F/Lost in Translation
(31/F/Lost in Translation)   
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