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Mar 2019
love it when you call me baby
reminding me
of the time before you fell out
of love for me

where the ink dried
the spot where you couldn’t squirm between that rock and a hard place
the yellow tape and hazmat suits
and the church bells that rang and laughed at you while you stood outside
and thought about him getting married to
the one that was never going to be you

but that was only after

all the calls
and the dinners and
the slow dances in the living room
and the strolls around the park
but then came the doubts
and the arguing and the
deep seated resentment that became apparent

and it was like
she never really knew him
only a silhouette of what he used to be
should have been..
everly
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everly  20/F
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