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A "poem" every day.
rosie Apr 2015
118
to think just
118
days ago
I was running miles
through your bedroom eyes
feeling myself
burn up
in your atmosphere
and now
I seem to have forgotten
the taste of those
four letters
of your name
steaming off of my tongue;
those fires you lit
in me
weren't so strong
after all.



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I don't get nervous when I see you anymore and frankly that makes me both relieved and frightened

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