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In my jaded view,

Time turns us all into liars.

I think of you

My hand on your face as I say 

“Even if we don’t end up together, you’ll always be one of my favorite chapters.”

Now I won’t even whisper your name in a prayer 

Avoid you in my dreams

And if I should ever have a child 

I’d wait until smoke filled the room

Until I recognized the lingering I could only ever associate with you 

Before I’d turn you into some sort of a cautionary tale. 

Once you told me “I don’t think you’re difficult to love.”

Once you told me “I would never hurt you.”

Time turns us all into liars.


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