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Calendar pages mark my life
With slashes written in red felt tip marker
Counting down to the day I say is mine
Each number in each little square
Preparing me to come to my senses
And live
Again
Every X ends my death
Every X leading to one day
One year later
When I can say I’m done mourning and
I claim me
With slashes written in red felt tip marker
Counting down to the day I say is mine
Each number in each little square
Preparing me to come to my senses
And live
Again
Every X ends my death
Every X leading to one day
One year later
When I can say I’m done mourning and
I claim me
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