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You wrapped us into innuendo, feeding me almost and filling my cup with maybes. For you thought the best way for us, was to lock the door and throw away the keys… You left a bittersweet omerta taste on my skin, as you stepped out of bed. Kissing me, with your eyes closed, leaving me with love unsaid…


In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by  Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema from A Reading Writer .❀


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