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Nov 2016
My fingertips traced over hip bones
Around in circles right back to my own
I couldn't figure out why I kept coming back to me
each day spent in attempt to break yesterday's pattern left

The nights were spent running down brick roads
Climbing buildings with barbwire on ladders
And by 3 AM I was half naked in the kitchen, completely breathless.

For the past four years you've been on my mind everyday
"Can you believe how beautiful the stars look tonight?" He's so warm, his hands shake.
but this love is misplaced
I never needed you to fall in love,
I only needed myself
it's ok
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