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May 2018
As I finish my last drops,
your pushing me your full glass.
Convinced me you want this to last.
Come over. Come over.
I came until you were done.
How did I not notice?
I was finishing your cup.
At some point it was decided,
I was not enough.
Something short lived, mysteriously died. Completely one sided. Never got to speak my mind.
Nicole Feekes
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