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Oct 2015
you spoke without speaking
i spoke without thinking

andΒ asΒ the final desperate words
killed what could have been kept
we smoked in silence outside
you gave me the last drag
but I declined
you took one more
and we resigned

and the first cold rain of the year
fell just a few hours later
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   Makiya
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