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 November Song by Eryn Leigh Boredom by R. Denniston Untitled by Kayla Ruchman Jars by Phoenix COBAIN'S COCAINE-- something of a metro ride by bridgette chabot submit a poem for next month's edition go to current edition  |
Untitled by Kayla Ruchman i miss you. i am no longer sure what most things are i had a stack of books and from the corner of my eye i missed the face i missed her i missed her walk away suddenly i paid for my books it was my final attempt at closure i can't even remember if you wanted nothing to do with me. i've been to hell and back without you i've gotten through it through relationships friendships car accidents snow storms seeing people fall apart holding myself together crack (cocaine) surgery (three times) impossible workloads saying goodbye and then i paid for my books. |
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