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poetic heart Aug 2013
One of us had loved the
other more perfectly, had watched the other more closely, and one of
us listened and the other hadn't, and one of us held on to the ambi-
tion of the one idea far longer than was reasonable, whereas the other,
passing a garbage can one night, had casually thrown it away.
poetic heart Aug 2013
don't tell me
you love me
until you have seen me
at 3 AM
broken down
holding a knife
and incredibly *lost

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