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Mar 2015
Do you remember the last night?
Me, standing helpless in my doorway,
hands aching to reach out, and you--
figure retreating, head hanging down.

Some nights I thought our passion
would break our bodies apart.
Other nights I thought your indecision would.
Kat
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Kat  Texas
(Texas)   
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