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is the curve of my chin in morning's light the one you truly want to see? am I who you want to be holding   in the latest hours of the night your eyes say someone else has stolen your dreams you tell me that's not true but can I really blame you? when jagged edges have wounded you so many times and their corners probably aren't as sharp as mine I've wiped your kisses from my lips and shook off your hand and grasping fingertips you deserve someone who doesn't always leave you in the dark so no I'm not enough and I can't be what you need but I pray that in them you find what it is that you can't get from me
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Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
it's not you, it's me
is the curve of my chin in morning's light the one you truly want to see? am I who you want to be holding   in the latest hours of the night your eyes say someone else has stolen your dreams you tell me that's not true but can I really blame you? when jagged edges have wounded you so many times and their corners probably aren't as sharp as mine I've wiped your kisses from my lips and shook off your hand and grasping fingertips you deserve someone who doesn't always leave you in the dark so no I'm not enough and I can't be what you need but I pray that in them you find what it is that you can't get from me
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Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
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