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You visited me And you asked me if He holds me. The way what you hold me. "No." And you came to me And you asked me if He craves me. The way that you crave me. "No." No. No. No. I could fill my gut With "No." Where you are "Yes." I could live in your arms I could feed off your passion But no. Because he holds me In the night. And he holds me In the morning. He holds me when I'm sleeping. When I never even Know it. And he craves me Without asking. He craves me Without thinking. Craving me Is second nature To him. So "No." He's not you. But you're not him. And you were never willing To be. So go back home. And give me back The keys To my heart.
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
You know what you're doing.
You visited me And you asked me if He holds me. The way what you hold me. "No." And you came to me And you asked me if He craves me. The way that you crave me. "No." No. No. No. I could fill my gut With "No." Where you are "Yes." I could live in your arms I could feed off your passion But no. Because he holds me In the night. And he holds me In the morning. He holds me when I'm sleeping. When I never even Know it. And he craves me Without asking. He craves me Without thinking. Craving me Is second nature To him. So "No." He's not you. But you're not him. And you were never willing To be. So go back home. And give me back The keys To my heart.
You've always known.
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roots-buds-flowers
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
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