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Ben Denomme Jan 2018
Three years passed by,
Painfully slow, unfairly quick
You will never know
How hard it was, is
Not to see you smile
Not to hear you laugh
Not to comfort your fears
To force myself to hate you
Try to become someone new
And fail
Because you left.
It was never your fault
It will never be your fault
I miss you.
Ben Denomme Jan 2018
Sun feels soft, warm
Hard to focus now.
She breathes slowly, asleep
Wishes hang stale
Disguised as confident
Nothing there
But organized life
I am decided
It is done.
Ben Denomme Jan 2018
What, why, where?
How, when, really?
If, but, God.
Ben Denomme Jan 2018
I meant for you to do more than leave
I meant for you to do more
I meant for you
I meant
I
Ben Denomme Jan 2018
Sin's relapse into life
Exposes, ends, and means
A flood is coming.

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