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Should’ve never unpacked. All
this time I’ve tried to find
a reason to stay. You seared us
and set fire to everything we made.
Page after page. Should’ve known
better than. Ashes never settle
unless smudged onto a surface–in
the way you greyed my skin. The
harder I tried to bathe you away
the more I rubbed you in. As dirty
as the Dust Bowl–thirsty for justice
from the rain. I know I’ll soon forget
you, though I’ll never be the same.
When I move on and need an extra
box it’s the dead weight of dust
I’ll blame.

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