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Every picture I see

And every time she sees mine

I can’t -

But can’t I?


Does this matter - am I overreacting?

She can’t remember…

Till she sees this -

She won’t, will she?

She can’t see this


When she pressed her palm into my shoulder -

Was I truly stuck?

Or was I just too weak to tell her, “no”?


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