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This morning I dreamed That you were nestled, crook of your self In the very top end of my bunked bed, high and away From everything and everyone in the room. She was with you, and I remember Being taken aback by how friendly you were Giggling and chatting exchanging words through bright teeth And uncomfortable close. And then you kissed her And I felt the cold, sinking inexcusably entitlement Of betrayal.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
I had no right.
This morning I dreamed That you were nestled, crook of your self In the very top end of my bunked bed, high and away From everything and everyone in the room. She was with you, and I remember Being taken aback by how friendly you were Giggling and chatting exchanging words through bright teeth And uncomfortable close. And then you kissed her And I felt the cold, sinking inexcusably entitlement Of betrayal.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
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