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Feb 2014
he was here
he was
       here.
I can count his footsteps on the curve of my neck,
The dip of my collarbone
And the dive of my hip.
I can count his lies in the stars,
Countless, immense
Beautiful.

Trapped inside a cave I built myself,
Hollowed out and dry,
"You'll be safe"
I'll be safe.
Scraped my bones and bled myself out,
Knock once
Twice
I'll let you back in.

I see your eyes in each colour I see,
The emotions inside them and the way you looked at me,  
heavy and rushed,
he was here
he was
        here.
Brianne
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Brianne
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   andrea hundt
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