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Sep 2018
I feel for you
halfheartedly,
over the phone.

Are you trying?

--

I'm in your t-shirt
pulling dreadfully at the creases in my sleep
burying myself so I cannot breathe
to seek some of last week's
comfort.  
Maybe I don't want to be here if you're not.

--

I have been so lonely, 'I miss you' is the mouth of the well.
Vaelente
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Vaelente  25/Non-binary/Australia
(25/Non-binary/Australia)   
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