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but I was wondering,
head reeling,
heart racing,
what would have possibly happened
if I kept my picture in my pocket
and your hands never touched it
and your eyes never saw it?
the tragedy is
you might've been
loving to me.
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YOU ARE READING
the places i've been to inside
Poetryt h e p l a c e s i ' v e b e e n t o i n s i d e ╰ a compilation of poems ╰ ongoing i am still on my journey. i do not know where this heads to, but it's all inside.
