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1d
I wonder if we ever meant to let go,
a heart skipping beats, a record stuck on repeat

I wonder why we said it,
thought we meant it,
hoped we’d dreamt it

you get to be yourself completely
in the arms of another
only once

(if you’re lucky)

and we were lucky

so when we said it, meant it, dreamt it,
was it spite?

“goodbye”

spite
malice
an adult temper
tantrum
Emma Elisabeth Wood
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
(F/UK)   
19
   Jason R Michie and Tom
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