Contributor: Quirby McNallain

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I don't cry anymore
I write poems
instead

my phone is full
of crappy, half-finished lines

My phone is full of chunks
words
ideas
always left undone

but in each
an ember of pain

in each
a little piece of me

let go
forever
let go.


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My parents were quirky, and that's how I'll always remember them. Longtime resident of Sparks, in Nevada.