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Mar 2018
I won't ask you not to go
For you might stay.

I don't get it.

I love you, but I can't live
In chalk and charcoal for much longer.
I love you, but I can't live
On this god-forsaken acre anymore.

I understand
and wish I didn't.
saige
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saige  22/F
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