it's something
i've felt before
but in a different way-
this time it's
a faint, rumbled
reminder-
a dull, forgiving
pain
that fades in and out
between my ribs
its got a lot to do
with memory,
i think
its got a lot to do
with my prior self-
who i used to be.
i wonder if
the new me,
like a clean car
and rubbing alcohol,
could handle
the old, ripped leather
backseats of me-
what would she say?
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