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Mar 2016
My body’s tense

Close to yours

So close

but we never felt adjacent

Promising a
 world of magic

after every drink

Before her,

Before them,

Before I based every

waking thought off your

body language

Forcing myself

to succumb to your “love”

Speaking pretty words

but never pretty actions

Wasted days 

Wasted, always wasted.

Wasting away…
Alexandra
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Alexandra
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