Surely I no longer love youI don't cocoon in your sweater,the enveloping one, with the fleecy hoodin which, if I inhaled, I'd find you.I don't whisper, pathetically, "I miss you"while tears clusterand my body folds over and over(because surely being compact is closer to disappearing)but even if you halve endlesslyI suppose yo... More..
Rachel Small
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