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Jul 2015
He laid his heavy head on my pillow here
and I laid mine on his shoulders there.
I'm chained to the middle of the now
but my mind wheels back to then.
He knows me by my overwhelming fear
that hes going to vanish into thin air.
I feel more than okay when he pushes me down
and I can finally feel normal again.
AJ Scott
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