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I asked you not to pack
just yet; I wanted to
lay with you and watch
our lives spin away
into the ceiling
you drained comfort from
the walls and left them naked
for my fingers. when I
flinched at the ice, you
murmured in my hair
"the cold is something to
cherish; it will remind you
of everything we had"
when the world is dusted
amnesia, those words still
echo in my mind; to remind
me exactly what we've lost
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