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her skin smells sweet like cinnamon
but was always bitter on the tongue
she had memories folded in her lap
from the short time she was young

facebook profile says she’s happy now
so i guess that means it must be true
never mind those scars upon her heart
she tries to cover up with new tattoos

and that guy she’s been with for minute
they finally married this November past
i can’t help but wonder now if she has
entered a season as barren as her last

i wish her the best and conveniently
i forget my number in this exchange
a sea of faces has my world shrinking
too close for comfort too far for pain

so we remain in this awkward state
i feel like so little time now has past
just lay low until her outward gaze
or maybe another ten years has past

~wwb