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Sometimes

Sometimes I
Like to pretend
That my skin is
See through and
That you love me
For the writing
On my bones.

Sometimes I hum
Your name quietly
To myself, as if I
Was tasting it for
The first time.

Sometimes I want
To love you back
But my soul is
Empty. I am sorry.




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