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[theracecar]

life spins
like this;
one moment i am
holding the pen
the next my hands are
tugging at my hips
and wondering what
the BMI would say
about that cake
or this picture from
4 years ago;

every thought
still floats up
though i swore i'd
drown them
long ago

but i am not a murderer
just a hoarder
of poems
and secrets
and feelings