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May 2017
You and I are different now,
The ties are not the same.
The elevator's awkward now.
You never say my name.
You promised we'd go back to
How we were before the fact;
It isn't so. I should've known
That there's no going back.
Renee
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Renee  24/F/U.S.
(24/F/U.S.)   
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   Bartholomew
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