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In the Newspaper

Date Written: September 28, 2017
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It is a collection of

Words, an image on a page, that

Can never embody what it meant to know her.

Thirty lines used to stitch life

Into someone, I once knew.

Friend, daughter, sister, mother,

Addict and my family.

Black and white replaced the laugh,

Nights spent talking through the vent,

And winters spent making snow

Angels. In its place remained an

outline of someone I did

not know. I would not know her.

 

 

 

 

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