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Nov 2019
I watch our stories
built all around us
but that isn't you
it's not even me

I feel your lips caress my skin
your grasp as we become one
that was never us
it's never even been me

I miss the nights
engulfed in your presence
but you weren't there
and neither was I
Written by
Cassie
67
   Sue Collins
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