february

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cold february evenings

awkward silence between conversations

nervously biting my fingernails

revisiting the warmth of your covers

''i should've chosen myself '' i whisper

you distanced yourself between me when we walked

questions of what you feared 

what i brought out in you 

black and white interactions

tasteless humor

efforts of taking off your mask

clearly you did not let me

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