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May 2021
He didn't have your eyes
Nor your Scorpius freckles Made
for a November baby like me

He didn't have long, clumsy limbs
That tangled in our bedsheets every morning
And pulled me to a kiss at every midnight blue

He was built like Mount. Everest But
couldn't fill the space you left behind
No matter all his storms and avalanches He
couldn't scrape your name off my tongue

For where you kissed my cheek
He slapped his palm across my skin
For where you loved me eternity
He couldn't sweep it all to the sea

He wasn't you;
And thank God for that
Written by
Cindy
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