The pattern repeats — a poem

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I wrote you another goodbye letter
I’ve written you dozens
Dozens
Dozens
Finding who I am
Remembering who you are
In the spaces between the words
Written in digital
Never rolling out
Of the mouth that used
To bite your bottom lip
And hold your gaze
As you imagined it
Doing more
Than telling you
How much you
Fucking
Destroyed
Me.

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Your Lost Language
Your Lost Language

Written by Your Lost Language

“Being loved the way I love, would begin perhaps, a little quietly.” Poems by Sarah.

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