What I want to do
I don’t want to dance
With you
I don’t want to play
Maybe stare
At the ceiling
While you aren’t forming
In my mind
You don’t come to me
And I miss you
So I think of anything
Pretend I’m still hurting
To share you with my readers
             rosemaître

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