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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


There were moles on your stomach

a sad little constellation

my eyes bored into

while I tried to forget.

Those dots though,

I could pick them out of a lineup 

and probably should have.

For they were unmoving

as my reality splintered.


Submitted: June 14, 2021

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