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my body is in every parked car and my heart is in every conversation
i want to love you so bad but in these seats there is hesitation
i fear the person I could be with a steady stream of love in me
because I've become comfortable hating me, sadly but justifiably
-ch
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carpe diem
Poetrybrought to you from the far corners, shallow pools, and desperate depths of my mind complete
