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May 2015
He's looking at me in that way again
For a while he wouldn't look at me at all
But now
I feel his glance, from the shadowy blinks of his too-blonde-to-see eyelashes
And I hope he tastes the regret on his tounge

I take big steps
;because I can
My lover that knew me whole
Now knows me not at all
And I crave to be that torture
Marissa Kay
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Marissa Kay
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