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May 2016
The last thing I said to you was "are you going then?"
I wish I knew the weight in those words
When they fell off my tongue.

The last thing you said to me was "im sorry".
I knew the weight in those words
When they hit me like a ton of bricks.

Looking back now
Through my crushed rose petal glasses,
I only liked you when you were coming.
Written by
Samantha Kay
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