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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

the abortion

9 months of relationship
7 months of it
in the same bed
the ides of march came upon us clean
then bloody went
all these worthless little love poems
and i’m almost frightened
by how much
i don’t miss you

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