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Mar 18
I guess this love was never reciprocated.
Now, our words just linger and fade
like bedroom cigarette smoke.
Maybe my heart will also fade
out of my chest on my walk home.
That’d be nice.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  Australia
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