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  • Chloe Prosser

Off Limits

My house looked different when I was five.

I remember the pictures hanging higher on the

wall and there being places that I couldn’t go,

things I couldn’t touch.

And you were there, up the stairs.

On sticky summer mornings when I knew you were gone

I would crawl up your to your room

Looking for cigarettes, or dirty films,

for anything to prove that you were more grown than me.

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