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Feb 2013
One day, I'll look up
and remember how easy it was to love you.
I'll feel your knees behind mine
the caress of a split lip across my wet cheek
I'll know the smell of you in the morning
and the soft places you shared with me.
So until then, I hope I don't forget
all of these things that I hate so much
because if it wasn't so **** easy,
maybe it would of been easier for me to leave.
The Wherewithal
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   Courtney and ---
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