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September 1, 2023
Poetry

The Day You Left

I hate the way you look
your skin freezing
in the air conditioning
You didn’t move when I shook you
and I started screaming
What happened to you
my love
What has happened to us?

You face is much too still
you’re not breathing
through the dried blood on your teeth
You didn’t answer when I called 
I don’t know what this means
Where did you go to
my love
Why didn’t you take me?

by

Wendy Blacke
←Prelude to September
It’s Easy to Get Lost Down Here→

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