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I left you seven hundred miles ago with a note that read, **I'm done with this **** you should have known when you woke up upon sheets that were soaked with our final weeks, and you realised, that you woke alone, it wasn't just a joke, that one thing should have made you know, seven hundred miles later, your bare *** is alone... you should have known and now I'm down the highway seven hundred miles away from you checking out the sunset wondering if you see it as blue as I do are you seeing the splintering and fracturing of the lightening that splits between clouds of such a perfect grey? Do you even remember that day? I do! you should have known how the ventricles in your heart clip clop at such a slow pace how the neurones that fire within your brain stitch together memories so laconically you should have known that seven hundred miles down the road I was going to be more open More free to be me Less inclined to practice this inhumanly farce Seven hundred miles ago You should have known It was never going to last
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
you should have known!
I left you seven hundred miles ago with a note that read, **I'm done with this **** you should have known when you woke up upon sheets that were soaked with our final weeks, and you realised, that you woke alone, it wasn't just a joke, that one thing should have made you know, seven hundred miles later, your bare *** is alone... you should have known and now I'm down the highway seven hundred miles away from you checking out the sunset wondering if you see it as blue as I do are you seeing the splintering and fracturing of the lightening that splits between clouds of such a perfect grey? Do you even remember that day? I do! you should have known how the ventricles in your heart clip clop at such a slow pace how the neurones that fire within your brain stitch together memories so laconically you should have known that seven hundred miles down the road I was going to be more open More free to be me Less inclined to practice this inhumanly farce Seven hundred miles ago You should have known It was never going to last
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
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