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She lays worn out On her kitchen table Cold coffee dripping On a splintered wooden floor The preacher man running From a smudged windowpane Not recalling who she was She births a bird from her mouth And whispers, "no more"
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
She
She lays worn out On her kitchen table Cold coffee dripping On a splintered wooden floor The preacher man running From a smudged windowpane Not recalling who she was She births a bird from her mouth And whispers, "no more"
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M/Northern California
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
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