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Jun 2015
I dreamt about you last night.
It's been months
since the last one

I dreamt that you missed me
And it made me feel better
like I was worth something to you

You saved the things I gave you
In a brown shoebox in your closet
and you showed them to me
one last time
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I woke up with a bitter taste in my mouth, which also reminded me of you.
I don't want you to miss me,
I don't want you to think of me
You don't deserve to.
Aoife Teese
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