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Dec 2016
I tend to forget your face
I tend to forget the sound of your voice
I tend to get drunk
just to find myself twitching
to your tender touch

I tend to forget your hair
I tend to regret the end
the sound of thousands of hummingbirds
looking for a place to begin

I'm overly emotional
I'm overly apathetic
I'm overly over you
I'm a mess.
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