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Masha Klo Oct 12
crumbs and bits of remnants you lie in the form of repackaged jokes i pass off as my own and songs i turn up slightly under the streaked summer sky bring me back to car rides with you from winters ago.
our memories, neatly packaged in a shoebox in the back of my closet, stare back at me. as time passes, its stare softens into a loving gaze or even maybe a smile
the intersection between your house and mine that made my stomach curl every time i passed it is just another turn now and the place that was our place on Sundays at 3pm is now my place on Wednesdays at 8pm. maybe that place will remain as "my place" or it it will become "our place" once again, just with someone else. for now i am satisfied with the bits and crumbs of you that are a part of me. maybe one day they will become someone else's crumbs
Masha Klo Dec 2022
i measure every inch
each angle crafted to perfection
giggles are perfectly pitched
eyelashes batted for seduction
contorted and warped
hoping that this will work
to fit the missing piece you are searching for
time and time again
i receive the same result
never enough for you to stay
always good enough for you to come back

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