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May 2015
Are things ruined between us?
Do you want me anymore?
Do you think about me?
Because I still think about you.
Constantly.
I can help but lie in bed at night,
Replaying that one night as I try to sleep
So vivid, so clear.
Was that really what you wanted?
Was it out of love?
Or did you just want to take something from me?
Something so precious that it would **** me?
Well you took something
But not what you wanted.
So now what do we do?
Jessi Robinson
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Jessi Robinson  New York City
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