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May 2016
You are an empty parking lot at night
You are the inside of an abandoned store
You are my room at 4:30 AM,
Left over heat,
cold taking over.
I'm sorry I wasn't the picture you painted of me
I'm sorry I couldn't complete you.
We were walking in the streets at midnight
I was breathless and my skin was cold.
You were that night
When we stared at the sky and kept me warm
I'm sorry I believed that's who you were.
it's ok
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