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Waiting to Become Yaya

WAITING TO BECOME YAYA

The delicious chaos
of my bedroom

I live from bottles
–water, perfume, pill.

Gentle lullaby of generic Prozac
Framed orange crocus

Once
I thought I heard laughter

but it was my own haunted self
trying to fill up the holes
Written by toniscales (Lost Girl)
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