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Feb 17
He was beautiful at my piano,
he dripped onto the keys
and it pains me to say I was in love

yet I came full circle
facing the realization
he no longer loved me

his wild curls
pale skin
long musician’s hands

he was glorious at my piano,
later he took me to the apex

tears flowed in my warped bathroom,
and of this I am deeply ashamed

I kissed him goodbye,
because from that day on
I would never again act as a child
Eva Aloezos
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Eva Aloezos  21/F/Burke, Virginia
(21/F/Burke, Virginia)   
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