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i want to wash away
every fingerprint ever made to stay
i want to remove his breath from my grip
kissed on by borrowed lips
i wanted so much
to feel his touch
to believe his smile
to awaken his child
i wanted him
because of games i could not win
i wanted him
not out but in
because even nothing
felt like something
starving stares and lonely glares
broken dreams and fraying seams
and it is in this that now i know
i was nothing more to him than show
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