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Dec 2015
You packed my things
While I was still in your t-shirt.

Boxed our tentative plans
With your hand still on my knee.

Piled up your empty promises
While your scent lingered on my skin.

Silently drove me home
Only to arrive elsewhere.
For NM

"I don't want to do this."
"Then don't go."

Come back and prove me wrong in a year.
I said every guy was like this. Prove me wrong.
Allyson Walsh
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Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
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