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Diner
The hospital waiting room
was also a diner. I drank
a chocolate milkshake with another man
while you turned the floor red.
Flowers bloomed from your blood.
You picked them for me,
but I forgot them on the counter.
Friday 16th May 2014 1:54 am

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