2021: Monday, November 1

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Something about you feels to familiar
Yet unknown
As I gaze at curves and crevices of your flesh
The movement of your hips
The rhythmic pattern of your heartbeat
The sway of your hair
The look of hate in your eye when you gaze at me.
I know you too well but do you know me?
How long has it been since you visited me
Since we spoke.
What made you hate me?
I took your pains and replaced them with memories of joy
I cannot run from you as though I am the villain.
When I Am You

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