Poetry · Writing

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i would never hurt you

like they did,

the lie i tell myself

every morning.

it’s easier to pull the knife out

from the front,

that’s why

were so close

to feel the breathe escape

onto your warm lips.

i didn’t mean

for this to be

the end,

but it’s our time

maybe

will find one another

in a different life

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