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Emily
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02 December 2008

December #2

She became a smoker
when he left her.
Her solution to overheating
is taking more clothes off,
not turning down the thermostat.
She had two children,
Will and Robin,
before they took them away.
They left her alone,
small house,
too warm,
in a sea of cigarette butts
and discarded clothing.
Posted by Emily at 09:43
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