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Jun 24
I left the door unlocked
as if he might walk
through it,
tell me he’s sorry
and that this whole
fight was stupid.
Kiss me,
hug me,
tell me he loves me.

But he’s never been to my house.
That’s part of why I am here
and he isn’t.
Chameleon
Written by
Chameleon  30/F/Ohio
(30/F/Ohio)   
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   Kalliope
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