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  • Writer: Tabatha Jenkins
    Tabatha Jenkins
  • Mar 14, 2017
  • 1 min read

If all of these memories

Could possibly relate

Some ounce of love,

Some ounce of hate,

Could I be satisfied?

These would be my words to you

If you only knew

That my heart beats to the edge of its sinews

And only wishes for more of you.

I am struggling.

With all I have yet to behold,

This little secret left untold,

Inspires a blankness,

A willingness to remain completely alone.

If only to feel the safeness of unknowing.

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