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Scissors
When you cut me from your life, did you use scissors? Did you cut carefully like I was a curving, challenging, stencil? Occasionally I feel like a frayed ghost limb from a thoughtless tear. Maybe I was creased first before you casually pulled me …
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Like tryna’ to catch water. Could never win, no matter how much I fought her. A pointless carousel, I watched it dissolve. Those revolving doors, couldn’t take it anymore, as they took us round and round, and I wound up a deserter. Couldn’t pretend, couldn’t float on the deep end, felt like an accessory to…
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Rachel's Floetry 