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Apr 2022
you looked at me
like a child
looks at his fallen ice cream
mourning the sweetness
he never got to taste

i should have seen it then
the goodbye in your eyes
i guess i was too busy
trying to stop myself
from spilling over your feet.
- this will be the last time you take me.
rk
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rk  F/scotland
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