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Jun 2014
I washed you out of my sheets
And my pillow cases
I threw away all of your love letters
And still you're lingering in my room
I'm sorry that you loved me so deeply
And I loved you so little
I'm sorry that I couldn't offer you the one thing you wanted
But even if I broke my ribs and handed you my heart
It would have never beat for you
Anonymous
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Anonymous  Portland, OR
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