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May 2016
I let his lips touch me where yours used to
I let his hands grab what belonged to you
I let his arms hold me the way you loved to

I let him lie with me the way you promised we'd lay forever
I let him whisper nothings that I didn't listen to
I let him

And that's the worst of it all
It was him,
Not you
And I let him
Savannah Charlish
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Savannah Charlish  20/F/Portland, OR
(20/F/Portland, OR)   
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