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Aug 2018
weeks ago you let me know that all my fears were nonfiction
nowadays you cannot focus on my face when we speak
i think you hate seeing my tongue fidget behind my cheek
you tell me that the peach pit in my mouth will degrade my teeth
i never thought you cared much what i did or how it hurt me
unfinished? thoughts i couldnt quite nail down... i don't know.
Written by
entropy  F/humboldt, california
(F/humboldt, california)   
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