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telling job interviewers i work great under pressure knowing id kill myself
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You are cleansed of me, suffused skin steeped in alcohol.
I bow to your knowledge of dead birds and the way their skulls hold the secrets we whisper in their sleep.
The ways your eyes pierce like smooth blades across new skin.
I am all around you like new snow, and across me, you inscribe yourself as stonesmiths do to tombstones.
We are never were; we are beautiful in the absence of ourselves.
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Red Letter No. 8 by Jen Mazza
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I FOUND GOD
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kidnostalgia
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