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​I’m ready to talk 
About the summer days
Where you ripped me up
With glass teeth
And a smokescreen 

I’m ready to talk
About the endless nights
Where sweat and tears
Filled little shot glasses,
Over brimming

I’m ready to talk 
About the rings on 
Your fingers
The morning you
Slept through my gaze 

I’m ready to talk
About the naked stares
That shook my insides
When I realized that 
You had finally died 

I’m ready to talk 
About the smell of your
Breath the day you
Shook the jug from
My fragile hands 

I’m ready to talk 
About the empty ache 
That yielded my body
Tiny, numb, and 
Lifeless

I’m ready to talk
About the day you
Disappeared
Like Samson into
Rubble

I’m ready to talk

Because I survived

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