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Aug 2013
I wish I were a glass ashtray
In some abandoned
Cheap hotel room.
I wish you still loved me.

I wish you'd never kissed her
I wish to never have met you
I wish to forget you.

Sleepless in Chicago, again
Wishing I weren't.
you could have been
dreaming strange dreams
with me

you could have prevented
this ridicule of a wasted, wishing heart

you've torn me apart for the last time
you're no longer the rest I seek.
arubybluebird
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