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May 2020
He tells me
I belong to him.
He bathes me
in promises
and then dries me
with doubt while
I’m soaking
in his lies,
we promise each
other eternal love
night after night,
and yet
once the sun comes up,  
he always
says goodbye..

Sandoval
If it’s killing you, it’s not love..
Sandoval
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