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May 23rd, 2019 I first felt the ferrous fissures Delivering shivering quivers Down my spine As each chime took the sight Outside our present days Then the shakes grew into tension My naked, sobering suspension Was left never to mention Nor whisper what I needed to say And when I asked you of this You withdrew so quick I only had time to trace the lines Of your last escaping shadow Holding on to tentative strings And all the small things You left for me to find The same gray forests of signs And plaintive silent ways Designs you used to craft And convey with clever ease Laughter once beseeching my thoughts Silence now haunting my dreams These memories are now Presently looming Cold coniferous trees It's not as if I can pretend Like simply taking paper and pen Could possibly remedy this While I have to look down At the ink staining my foot Ankle and wrist I'm convinced that I created this fate Because in this picture frame I'm the only one who made a mistake *You carry the hate in your heart like it's been privileged to you* *My misgivings have adopted the persona that I imbue* *I faced the other way as we faded when you withdrew* *You suffered daily and faced this struggle alone* *Claiming everybody abandoned you and did you wrong* *-But you don't lose me Like I've told you all along* RE: August 23rd, 2021: - but now you've lost Me with the same old song

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