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I want to ask you to leave. To desert this open field that I am in before the flowers grow and wilt. But I can’t. I choose not to. Because deep within the chambers of this heart, a part of me begs for you to stay.
And yet again I let you slip between the gaps of my fingers. I always pride myself for having words as my sword and my shield but you — you always manage to disarm me. My lips are forged into a pair of frustration and denial; my tongue tied like a knot.
She basks in the honey-tinted sunshine. Her hands carefree, her heart light.
i have watched too many sunsets in silence
I have always known I’d die this way—
I dream in fast forward

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