Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Day 12

i.   the first time i saw her she stormed out of history class purse clenched tight, makeup streaking her sweatpants rolled down above her ass and no one stared except me   ii.   midyear the smell of ash invaded the air   when i was reading through cinderallaman she was the one whispering “she’s not wearing a bra” laughing while i spluttered because she wanted to get under […]

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