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Younger
The apartment smelled like smoke
Frail and fleeting
I looked at her
She never ate
Always yelled
I looked at him
He never stayed
Always somber
Curled in a blanket on the floor
Thin and cold
Looking up at the ceiling
A stain on the wall
The window was open
Screaming in the kitchen
Needles on the floor
The carpet dirty
I walked around a little bit
I lay back down
There was no food
There was nothing
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Dixie Turner
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