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Oct 2014
Your lips taste like wine but I miss when they tasted like water
and your eyes stare back like a sign indicating a cross road when you don't know where you're going
and your hands trail my skin like you're looking for home in all the wrong places

Did I forget to tell you that I have never been home either?

Did I forget to tell you that I am less home,
more motel room?
Less forest
Less evergreen
More woods
More dark and deep and quiet.
Quiet like the nights thick with emptiness
Quiet like the nights spent in this cluttered room
filled with all the empty bottles
you've held longer to your lips than you've ever held me
but I stay because I understand
and I stay because I wish you'd change your mind
and I stay because I wish that maybe you'll change mine
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