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After I left, on my first night Prompted my journal, describe your now past life Perhaps, things like: The telephone boxes,                      The theatre, the foxes,                                             Ben, Battersea or the eye. At worst, at best, simple a request But against my behest, I Immediately flustered As only memory my mind mustered:                   That feeling felt when I caught your eye                              And I just wasn’t ready to ask myself why                   I wasn’t able to say                                                                                 goodbye. I guess what often said is true, Like what last heard to me from you: You run from things you cannot deny.
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Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 4:08 PM UTC
memory my mind mustered
After I left, on my first night Prompted my journal, describe your now past life Perhaps, things like: The telephone boxes,                      The theatre, the foxes,                                             Ben, Battersea or the eye. At worst, at best, simple a request But against my behest, I Immediately flustered As only memory my mind mustered:                   That feeling felt when I caught your eye                              And I just wasn’t ready to ask myself why                   I wasn’t able to say                                                                                 goodbye. I guess what often said is true, Like what last heard to me from you: You run from things you cannot deny.
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26/Cisgender Female/London
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 4:08 PM UTC
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