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in place of a last kiss i wore your perfume to the halloween party dressed up as nothing but the bad guy in your story— i’ll have to survive november with no one here to save daylight your ex was jealous that i got to experience the medicated version of you i hope whoever comes along next gets to read the poem of all the things you love about them i never got to read mine nor did i start one myself but i do remember how we were for each other how you squeezed my hand in a place where a boy can hold the hand of another boy and you were giddy with freedom how you waited for me with balloons in the number of the kilometres that i had walked how you pressed into my back with all your might both hoping something would realign how the city is filled with heartbreak every corner tinged with your laughter how you always said there’s time how you said there’s daylight
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