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Mar 2016
I was exhausted and
you could have been my comfort
but you chose not to notice me.

You're all shadows and
I'm all secrets, and
after all our ***** and egos,

beneath our clothes and bodies,
we must have unearthed
our hidden contempt.
Lacus Crystalthorn
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