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Sep 2015
One for the night you kissed me,
and the months that followed
without so much as a 'hello.'

Two for the day you told me
you loved me
and the year that went by
convincing myself I wanted you dead.

Three for the phone call
that didn't go through,
thinking to myself
"Why in hell did
I let myself fall
for you?"
I'm *******, that's all.
W Winchester
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W Winchester  Elysium
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