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remnants of smoke still drifting out of my ears but even the beautiful spirals can't push away the images of you dancing naked in my closet or snatching the last bit of jelly donut even though you don't even like jam you were always taking the bits of me that i wanted most and all that's left now are the vestiges of an empty shell how cliche, how mediocre is it that you're gone and i'm left here wrapped in your flannel smoking the very stuff i swore would **** you but you managed to do that first didn't you i always let you take those bits of me that mattered most because i looked at you and all i could see within the fractured hull that was your skin was darkness but i could tell you were building a whole person deep in there with my scraps i could hear the echoes of a scream that wasn't yours but i didn't realize until i got the call last tuesday that i could wail in the exact tone and frequency of those echoes funny how grief works, you were dying the whole time and i didn't even notice you were fading, but now that you're gone i can't get you out of my head
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
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remnants of smoke still drifting out of my ears but even the beautiful spirals can't push away the images of you dancing naked in my closet or snatching the last bit of jelly donut even though you don't even like jam you were always taking the bits of me that i wanted most and all that's left now are the vestiges of an empty shell how cliche, how mediocre is it that you're gone and i'm left here wrapped in your flannel smoking the very stuff i swore would **** you but you managed to do that first didn't you i always let you take those bits of me that mattered most because i looked at you and all i could see within the fractured hull that was your skin was darkness but i could tell you were building a whole person deep in there with my scraps i could hear the echoes of a scream that wasn't yours but i didn't realize until i got the call last tuesday that i could wail in the exact tone and frequency of those echoes funny how grief works, you were dying the whole time and i didn't even notice you were fading, but now that you're gone i can't get you out of my head
jess-kilbourne
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
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