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Feb 2015
Shadows on your back.
Branches.
The colors change.
If you wanted me, why did you leave?
Dust swirling in the light.
By the blinds.
If you wanted me, why are you asleep?
You: white t-shirt
Me: your striped sweatshirt
Declarations.
Never made.
Just your hand in my hair,
never on my face.
Hewasminemoon
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Hewasminemoon  Seattle
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