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Oct 2013
You only tell me you love me when you're drunk
After 2am my room lights up
A rectangle of vibrating sky
Your voice is slurred and much too loud
But I listen anyways.
You never told me you loved me
When I shared that I cursed my skin with blades
Or when he ran away and never came back.
You told me you loved me when you were high and didn't know who you were talking to
I told you I loved you every time anyways.
Claire Davis
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