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we had thanksgiving dinner on a saturday, and i think she told me she was dying.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 68 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 10-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3065172
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looking at her from the corner of my eye
allows me to see her decay.
it creeps up her collarbones
rests underneath her fingernails
snuggles up to her follicles
she chews me out for not taking out the garbage
it chews her up for being alive.
i'm in a bit of a bad place at the moment, so i haven't been updating much. je suis désolé.
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