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I have no claim on your time

I have no claim on your memory

I have no claim on your heart

How is that freedom?
There is no one
I’d rather be alone
without
than you
I
can’t trust
you
enough
ever
to give
you
that part of
Me
(again)
Coppertone
spearmint
sweat

(that tastes of gin)

Brewed and bottled
under the bar lights
You chose the bottle over me for 27 years

You won’t get that chance again

He makes my body want
…….

to break
You’re so
happy
to see him
happy
even
if
it’s with
someone else

truly
madly
deeply
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