camomile
i always leave
your house
feeling like i
didnt look at
you long enough
didnt hold you
as tight as i could
didnt kiss you
as much as i
wanted to
its a face i want
to make but its
twitchy and aberrant
i dont know how
to harbor it
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poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
