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Mar 2017
This time last week
I was holding you.
For the first time,
I was tasting you,
Clinging to someone
Who seemed so solid.
This time last week
I was smiling against kisses
I was sure were the first of many.
This time last week,
I was planning out a thousand
Days happily by your side.
This time last week I had no idea
You'd be gone so fast.
This time last week
You whispered promises
In my ears and all over me,
Showed me where your favorite places
To kiss me were.
This time last week,
I said "stay."
I had no idea that
now
You'd be already over me,
Flying back into old flames.
What a difference 168 hours can make.
Renee
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Renee  24/F/U.S.
(24/F/U.S.)   
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       Bartholomew and Pagan Paul
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