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Lost Girl (Free verse) by niyama I'm not sure when
things started to slip
When 'miss' became 'ma'am'
suits became things to suffocate
instead of swim in
and freckles turned in to spots
Perhaps the traffic was too loud
or maybe it was the ticking
at my back, but i never heard
the doors closing behind her
when she left
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