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how many
the maps i’ve forgotten
to save
memory clings to my skin
jealousy burned
with longing forsaken –
a time just beyond
my leaving again
did you know
i was going –
did your heart
miss a beat
at the sight of my
dreams lying cold
on your bed
boots worn
soft by your tears
do you remember
the sunday
you spoke of regret
of ways i would come
to find you
were gone
of paths you neglected
one saturday woke
to find our desires
were no longer
the same

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