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Oct 2017
I deleted you.
Backspaced your name.
Unfollowed your face.
Closed your window to me.
Shut down your connection.
Cut the cord that bound us.

It felt good for a minute...
Then I wanted to add you.
Follow you again. Snap back.
But it's too late.

Your memory is corrupt.
Artistry
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Artistry  F/Texas
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   Abraham and B Chapman
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