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Aug 2013
I survived on who I thought you were
Feed on the idea of you.
thought I was in love with my own imagination.

and with every little thing you say
and every little thing you do
I seem to have the odd sensation
of falling in love all over again.
but this time, with someone new.
elizabeth brotzman
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elizabeth brotzman
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