grief comes in waves
like ocean holidays
alive, you're not dead
sleeping in someone else's bed
rejection scalds like coals
burning tiny hot heart holes
it's cold like your cold cold nose,
or the Chicago breeze on my toes
i miss you but you don't miss me
something i never would have believed
but damn you all
god damn you all
I have something to say
God help you if you stand in my way
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