chocolate chips,
& salty tears,
running away,
like i knew you
would, dear,
lake michigan,
playing on my stereo,
calms me up,
when i know
this is down,
picking at scabs,
re-reading books,
to make eye-contact
with my walls,
is what i do
to get over you.
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