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Once upon your bed, I melt. The sandy grain of itch once felt is gone now you don’t ask to stay. Stay.
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love notes
these are things that I could not tell you;
things that remind me of you when I want nothing more than to forget;
things that have gone wrong;
things that have gone right;
things that will never happen;
things that are your fault,
my fault,
the faults of no one;
these are things that we did not do and will not let go of
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