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Lingering Distaste

May 15, 2018
By Anonymous

Behind every panic attack of mine
your gentle laugh could be heard,
the crashing from upstairs was a sign
that friendship turned attic-trapped-bird.

Now, when my chapped smile is erased
despite time rapidly beginning to pass,
just know I'm trying to forget the taste
of bitter feathers and broken glass.



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