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Aug 2018
love has buried me ,
and i am like an
                           ache.

but
you were fire
and
i was ice —

and there were mountains
in between us,
                         gods
.

so when you buried me ,
i
let myself die ,

and you did not ache.
did not
             even
                      cry.
.
for renny, my sweet angel. rest well.
cait-cait
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cait-cait
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