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A lifelong Laurie.
The flashbulb burns my skin.
But you promise me
there is prettiness
somewhere behind all those
black smears insecurity.
I’d love it if you held my hand.
Even just scroll through
expired messages to retrieve
a meaningless combination of
number that give access
to years stale feeling.
You’re with her now.
A guard dog with a pushed in face.
Insults are cheap.
Never without grace,
mumbles underneath.
God, I hate this heal print
dug deep into a heart;
refuses to grow big.
Fantastic reveries of you and I just sitting
like we use to.
Get up and go drive thru,
dirty lake water
and a sun that still persists.
Who do I need to lose next
to finally forget
the bracelets made.
Indulgent photographs behind the dresser.
Drugs breathed out the window.
Eyes shaded to ash.
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