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"You write shitty poetry that

makes me feel nothing, but maybe

that's just because none of it

is about me.

That's all I wanted to say.

Sorry. You don't deserve this,

but I want to be spiteful and

you're my favorite person

to bring back from the dead.

So now that you're here,

I'll take my mouth and bury it

next to yours, pretend that

there wasn't already

dirt in my teeth from the

last time I did this.

I don't know what lonely is,

but it tastes like you."

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