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 Jan 2015 kathryn
devante moore
I ignore you so that you know I am here
 Jan 2015 kathryn
Devon Webb
Box
 Jan 2015 kathryn
Devon Webb
Box
I packed my past-lovers
into a box and
put it on the
top shelf of
things been and gone,
leaving it to
gather dust
like a heart
gathers apathy.
He takes me by the hand
And he kisses my red lips
He says
'Baby, you're mine you're mine you're mine'
And I look him in his green eyes,
I let the ash from my cigarette fall
And I tell him
'No baby, I am mine, I am mine, I am mine'

— The End —