\nPondering whether or not to respond to your text, it's been two years.
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\nI don't know how to respond.
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\nDid they cut out your spite alongside your breasts?
\nBecause in my 18 years of knowing you, you were never one who repents.
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\nI pick up my phone and re-read.
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\nYour hair was long and temper short, always ready to criticize.
\nNow your locks are short and love grown tall. Stop me for I fantasize
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\nMom sent a voicemail,
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\nYou're voice is different and yet the same. Gracious?
\nPerhaps I'm reading to much into what I've read, this grey area is spacious.
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\nI type a few words
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\nI remember your lies. Twice married I never got to throw petals.
\nMy every thought was tossed by your biased rebuttals.
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\nBackspace...
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\nThis is toxic. I know you will cast off this demure mask.
\nSo My bold thoughts will hide behind reticence even if you ask.
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\n"Hey"
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