When he wasn't
The sob caught in her throat with a snotty gurgle. “Just…” Her breath shuttered, halted, and gasped again. “I just…” Her face cracked...
Being alone isn't that hard
feeling alone is different
They say to us to find independence
but they don't have our memories
or our talent for remembrance
transendence
past this shit they call the mirror
but what we call resemblance
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