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Feb 2021
it wasn't that he didn't
love (me)
he loved
(me)
but not with love
did he
love
(me)
he loved (me)
with hands
and words
loved (me) with weight
loved (me) with want
and need
with hand-me-down
pleasures

he consumed
immeasurably
(me)


despoiling
what (love)
really (is)
I hope he cannot see (this)
Denver
Written by
Denver
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   annh, preston and Autumn
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