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Sep 2023
It’s been a long time,

And by now I’m mostly numb,

But still,

Watching you bleach the canvas,

Watching you clean all the stains,

Like a thief hiding every scrap of evidence,

Ridding your legacy of all our transgressions,

My throat tightens,

My eyes water,

My nose burns,



It’s fine,

Pinky promise,


I’ll keep my pieces safe for us,



Pinky promise.
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