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Dec 2017
lurking in the dark,
i sit and watch him from my secret hole by his side,
even though he claims to be a piece of trash that deserves
the look of a blind eye.
i cannot help the way the shape of his face
causes the fire in the pit of my stomach to roar,
or how his tragic words
slip and slide into the depths of my mind,
losing themselves to the maze so that they may never leave.
he has found his place in the world
among the things i hold close to my heart,
and he may not realize
what he has done,
but he will always find his way to me now.
Nicole
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