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May 2014
You passed me in
The stairwell
Yesterday
I came around the corner and
There you were
Trudging up the steps
With the weight of your
Disdain heavy
In your eyes
As they met mine
With a pitiful smile

You brushed my arm in
The stairwell
And I wanted nothing more
Than to run and never stop
To curl up in the dark
Into myself
So I could never
Hurt you
Again
Mattea Marie
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