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Nov 2013
No matter the times you slip up I wait at the bottom to catch you.
Waiting for those precious seconds you are content in my arms.
The ways in which you continue to hurt me differ but my response remains the same.
Forgive.
The time zone seems like it separates us by years rather that hours.
As the days go on I become a traveller in the desert without water, parched.
Oblivious as a young child playing in the park.
Jumping on the piano keys leading to my emotions as though they were puddles after a summer rain.
The feelings I have for you are eternal and will be a chronic source for pain and power.
The sickness you have given me consumes my every whim and every facet of my life.
Every one of my roads leads back to you my Rome my Romeo.
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   Emily Tyler
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