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Jul 2023
you have not touched this skin,
you have not been inside this bedroom,
slept in this bed,
breathed my name into this air.

but again you are in everything i see,
and it's not something i think i can bear.
they say every seven years your body completely replaces every cell;
it has been eight, but i keep coming back to you, again and again, even after years without.
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haven
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