Sometimes, the Dead Things are Prettiest
More by Anna P.
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you.If you were a story,
 I would read you
 Cover to cover
 Without hesitation,
 And if you were a song,
 I would play you
 On repeat
 For a week
 Maybe two.
 But you're not.
 You're a cracked empty soul,
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