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Sep 2017
fx
you are everything you left behind
and everything that stayed
(i found your old shirt the other day)
(sometimes i remember it wasn't you who left)

you are every slurred word
and every breath that reeked of whiskey
sometimes i only remember you
on nights i don't remember my own name
sometimes i think what if or maybe
sometimes i remember

every touch
every word
every promise
(you never broke a single one)
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