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Jan 2015
you stopped calling
I stopped caring
we're deteriorating
slowly, painfully
you stopped saying you love me
but what am I supposed to do
when my world stops
and yours keeps going
come back
please
Isabel Tavenner
Written by
Isabel Tavenner  Boston
(Boston)   
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