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One night stand


Time. It's been 1 week.

You've stopped talking to me

and it makes me think,

Everything is not what it seems.

You've stopped

with the cute nicknames.

You've stopped

and I feel like I'm to blame.

Push me out

pull me back in.

But you say,

you don't want to hurt me.

I pray

for you to ease my mind.

Once. Twice. Three times.

I guess they're right when they say,

Love makes you blind.

 

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