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Jun 2015
I told him:

"I don't want to see you
see the world,
the way I do".

"I don't want to be a witness, to your heart as it breaks".

I am a soft distillate,
on the edge of a glass;

You are a table
unsurfaced.

I thought,
That the best way to love you,
was to not;

but I did anyways
Lily
Written by
Lily  19/F/CA
(19/F/CA)   
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