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Feb 2015
we were nothing
but caffeine and lipstick
promises in
black and white
on sheets of paper
never signed
despite a leaky
ballpoint pen--blue--
like your eyes
when we said
goodbye
and
sometimes I
write in ink and
you occur to me
in smudges between
letters and broken
thoughts
because

I live on
with no regrets

I still feel
guilt for yours
Courtney
Written by
Courtney  Indianapolis
(Indianapolis)   
535
   Nancy E Tracy
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