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May 2019
That constant buzzing you give,
A caught word,
A loose note,
A tiny zip through the air.
I hate and relish you.

I hope to see you eye to eye,
And when I miss you you are gone,
But when I need you most
I don't know it.

And you are there.
Written by
Cecelia Blackthorn  20/Cisgender Female
(20/Cisgender Female)   
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