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Three Years, One Month

My body:
designed to be loved,
parched after so long
held at bay.

We were so close
to something that could have been

Anything
was better than nothing,
and though I was lonely then,
I am alone now.

My heart:
pressed against my bones,
ready to explode,
a million pieces to lose.

I was so close
to something that I could have been.

Posted 05/11/15
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