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your hair was longer.
I told you that.
maybe I didn’t.
maybe it was all my head.
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but yeah, your hair was longer.
and you were darker.
it wasn’t a tan or your
clothes or anything like that.
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maybe you haven’t been sleeping.
maybe you’ve been making love
to the past, and I’m not there.
I’m here.
⠀⠀⠀⠀yeah I think that’s it. 
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your forest eyes echo sadness
and I just want to wander in them,
⠀⠀⠀⠀to get lost.
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you ran your finger along my
rib cage, in that dim shower,
⠀⠀⠀⠀where I shivered in the steam.
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you ran it along your words.
I was a fool, I had scar tissue
with your signature below
lungs that wont tell you
to just join the horizon.
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I guess I was hoping
that somehow that would
mean you would walk with me
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀forever.
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but no, they were just words.
you were just words.
the ones on my skin
were the only ones
that would never change.