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And here we are the end. Five years running and nothing to show except the slowed platonic love and tired texts and an absence of what once was Except you don't know do you know that I'm leaving us know that I'm panicked into wondering if I'm behind in people experiencing people I feel I'm at a loss with you because we met each other too soon and now I'm just pointed bones and you are the sun and I'm greedy for still wanting a piece of you But I am burnt The End.
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
Burnt. The End.
And here we are the end. Five years running and nothing to show except the slowed platonic love and tired texts and an absence of what once was Except you don't know do you know that I'm leaving us know that I'm panicked into wondering if I'm behind in people experiencing people I feel I'm at a loss with you because we met each other too soon and now I'm just pointed bones and you are the sun and I'm greedy for still wanting a piece of you But I am burnt The End.
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.
micah-elise
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
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