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Sep 2016
Normal people would have forgotten.
They would've moved on
or at least convinced
themselves they had.
It's been a year since
I last felt your skin,
but as I lay in bed
I still remember its texture vividly.
It's been a year and
I still can't call myself
a normal person.
Mesa
Written by
Mesa  Indianapolis
(Indianapolis)   
477
   Corvus
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