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Mar 2017
I like it better
when we're by ourselves
where the others
she tells them
she's someone else
by ourselve
the heart burns
and I drink the water
the heart burns worse
when I'm myselvf
the theater's uncrowded
our perch
the dark top empty shelf
absolution
crushing cushion felt
tethered together
left by someone else
Written by
joe thorpe  36/M/cape cod
(36/M/cape cod)   
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