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Mar 2015
Who am I
To call you my own
When I have played the *****
Running back and forth
From this life to you?
I have loved these habits more
And only see you
When I quietly sneak back into your house
Praying that you do not
Smell the lies on me.
My heart is broken
In fear of causing yours pain.
I wish you never knew my name.
Do not search for my eyes
Heavy with guilt,
Yours full of hope.
You open your lips for a kiss,
I turn my head
And open mine
To ask for forgiveness
And spew out regret.
Hosea.
Angela Moreno
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Angela Moreno
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