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Feb 2018
I imagine myselfย ย 
Vanishing from your life
Only become a myth you think about
When your head and heart get so soft.

Maybe if I disappeared,
The rotting taste in both our mouths reassuring ourselves everything is all right
Would morph into a craving for the long gone,
But sweetly remembered.
The Willow
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The Willow
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     Jamadhi Verse
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