Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Tiny Deaths

The dog knew first. She would sleep by the spot for hours on end.   After a few days, we would start to smell it, too. A sickly sweet musk.   Thick. Unrelenting. My mother quickly learned that air freshener   only made it worse. We all lost weight that summer except for   my sister, who stopped eating at home the day she got her license.   She doesn’t […]

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