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Nov 2020
My name lingered upon his lips
At midnight, he forgot
To whisper it three times
We had agreed to this arrangement
The clock sang out my farewell
And I fell apart, disassembling
Into a figment of regret
Written by
Amanda Hawk  42/F/Seattle
(42/F/Seattle)   
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