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Jun 2014
What happened to us
talking all the time? Always
in one another’s ears, hands,
minds? When did you decide
that my voice, my me, was no longer
worth you? Why didn't you tell me
before you left?
Now I have to track you down and
kiss you one last time so
I can die with you
on my lips.
Vertigo
Written by
Vertigo  Cincinnati, OH
(Cincinnati, OH)   
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