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Sep 9
Mere embers are left of what you possess
Scorching is the fire you started in me
This suspended love curdles my heart
Remembering your sweetness
The sharp sensation stings
I can't tell you how much I miss you
I can't give you my words
I fear you will only leave them to wilt
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     zoe
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