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Oct 2013
He
He** knew me
He knew my bones
He knew my worries
He knew all my stupid routines
He knew the flesh on my thighs
He understood my problems
He understood why I needed him
He understood my body at 2am on a Monday morning

He did not accept my wrists
He did not accept my cries
He left nothing but a murmur
He left nothing but a chill

He left me and never returned
Fi
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Fi  Somerset
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