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Sep 2016
heard you moved on;
from your own lips.
don't really know what to say.
don't really know what to feel.
too tired.

did you expect me to be any different?
cry, maybe?
tell you to remember me?
no.
what's the point?
you're gone.

it hit me with an air of finality.
you; her.
me; myself.
would i want it any different?
maybe. perhaps.

but perhaps not.
loving you got too hard.
dusk
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dusk  huntington beach, ca
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