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Sep 2011
Its not only when I feel
myself swallow
the sting
of my drink
that I think
of you.
It’s now.
I’m flooded
with words I cannot say.
I’ll think,
Some more.
I thought yesterday,
ignored you,
to make you
want me.
Whatever it takes,
I guess.
Maybe one day
I’ll know what I want,
Or you will.
Written by
Sami Taylor
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