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Aug 2017
it's hard to bury you in my heart
when you were just a few seconds ago
knocking on my door,
stuttering hello,
making a dent right there in my lungs where air should be.

now you're sitting across from me,
just a reach away smiling at,
in love with,
kissing someone that could've been me.
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