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1 March 2018 No Comment

We separated at the gates.

Reclaiming baggage,

Gone without goodbyes.

The things that don’t matter—
Wash your hair, condition it, fold your clothes, don’t cut your hair, don’t shave your moustache.

All the things I should have said.
All the things I should have done.

A punch in the stomach.
A lung ripped out.

And this love—


In the miles and miles of ocean

Between us.





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