Contributor: Julia O.
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Five years
you reached for me
you listened to me
you looked into me
you wanted to talk to me
you wanted to spend every second
with me.
Now,
for the crime
of loving you,
Now,
I am in exile
I am a pariah
I am waiting
patiently
for you to want me
near you
again.
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