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Dec 2017
Every time your name
Brushes across my lips
Take a sip

Every time my stomach sinks
At the thought of her hand in yours
Take a sip

Every time I replay
Our last conversation
Take a sip

I wonder when
The game will end

When I have nothing
Left to drink

Or when you finally
Leave me be
Mary
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Mary  19/F
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