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Nov 2014
it crushes my chest

every new moment 

that you aren’t with me

but to push something so delicate

would only cause it to crumble

I want you so badly

it’s almost violent 

but I will lie here and wait

for another chance to reach out

and feel the hair rise on your arm
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