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May 2015
It was bad.
I kept dreaming up realities—

one
where we swam in our spandex
after running
and you kissed me on the mouth.

two
where we laid side by side
in the bed of your old truck
and i showed you constellations
and told you each
and every story
that belonged to them.

three
where you held onto me
and your face was buried into my neck
as the tears flowed
from your swampy eyes.

each dream i dream of you
is a waste of energy.

you will never be mine.
little bear
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little bear  Arizona
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