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march seventeenth
False comfort
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who was here
where?
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(dos/)DON’TS
warning
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mirror mirror on the wall
the flicker of the lights above. my eyes stay lit.
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lost
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stop
she clutched my hands, “that must’ve hurt.” what? which one? the dot there, the line here, the veins under the flesh or the bone, “how’d you get it?” i climbed a tree, i said. i climbed a tree & fell.
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needles
inject
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we tell
she gave it to me. we must find her.
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sweeten
falling meteors crashing
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trail out the glass door, two ways, one path, gone
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