She wrote
a 10-page short story
where you knew she saw you.
Every conversation where you
lifted your shirt up in front of her
and showed her
the slices through your insides.
She wrote the sweet sweet post
with the mouse tucked so tenderly away —
the one he had to feed
little cubes of cheese.
She wrote the dopest rhyme,
so dope you know she heard
all your songs,
those times you listened in the darkness
lying next to each other.
Just last night.
And oh so long ago.
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