*
this time no words
no texts no goodnight
.
no good mornings
or lets chat after breakfast
.
let’s have dinner when you are back
you didn’t want me in the mirror
with you no sure i didn’t
.
i hold out and dive into many passions
i live for once and you permeate
my actions i rather you not
.
i prefer you back
or gone
.
words
are cheap
you use few i could
.
do without
.
.
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