a matter of some regret

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venula:

Every time I find myself ready
to shift my bones around and run
back into your arms, I am reminded of
all the memories of you treating me
like a stranger and a woman that meant
nothing to you. I am constantly fighting
for you, but the ghosts of all the things
you have left me to fix on my own
are chasing me away.

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