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Aug 12, 2018 14:14
you are the bottle
of vine that crashes
on the floor the day
my dad saw death
you are the highway
to the desert the morning
when I decided to be
forever alone
you are the spell
that renews itself
you are capable of anything
and willing to none
you are the queen
who plays the page, smiles
miles away, disappears.