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I knew I loved you

because of the way
you smelt my hair

I knew

I had found in you

a million ways of touching bliss

a thousand clich├ęs
our every kiss
every stroke
our every sunday morning

(and every lie)

you say

how beautiful -

but I'm not there
to listen

the ground beneath me
turns into


and as I kick and shout and spit

you're still looking for the flowers

you were playing a losing game

time to go back inside

and stop giving shit
back to the world

it's time to wipe the dust
off your face; grab

responsibility by its hair
and claim it yours

and as you cry

and stab yourself with blame

try and crack a smile
and know the burden of


the man
you once loved.

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