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I Was Going to Use Your Initials, But That Wouldn't Be Classy

I left my soul
on the
doorstep
of a
southern
purgatory. 

I drained
my heart of
passions,
stagnant
waiting to
be frozen.
  
Without you,
I can't think
of things to say.

You were never here.
But I have to keep you there,
just close enough
to be somewhere together
one day before the world ends.


I'm scared to death
you've found the best
in some one else-
while I left
to get better,
making myself worse;

Waiting on a paycheck
just to sit on my dreamslike a dying hen.

Come save me
when I come back
with my head hung low
and my cheeks bright red.

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