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Nov 2019
The date’s creeping up.
Scraping the corners of my thoughts,
Like the knife you used for butter

You gave me so much.
In one squeeze of your hand,
In a few words that escaped your aching throat,
In my entire life, you gave to me


You did all you could.
We did all we could.
But I.

I should have done more.
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