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I suppose I spoke too soon. Thought too quickly and let my hopes climb walls like creepers - vines entwined like the blue veins in wrists, pale and visible in light. I spoke far too soon. Now nights will be cold, as before, and when the blackness rolls in I will hear no gentle breathing or talking in your sleep. Feel no arms wrapped around me at five am, and I don't know if the worst part was when you said you cared for me or how obviously you didn't.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
You know what happened to thought? He planted a feather and thought he'd grow a chicken.
I suppose I spoke too soon. Thought too quickly and let my hopes climb walls like creepers - vines entwined like the blue veins in wrists, pale and visible in light. I spoke far too soon. Now nights will be cold, as before, and when the blackness rolls in I will hear no gentle breathing or talking in your sleep. Feel no arms wrapped around me at five am, and I don't know if the worst part was when you said you cared for me or how obviously you didn't.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
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