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Her head was on my shoulder
I remembered when you came for my birthday.
It was years ago.
Ten to be exact.
You would not go home and stood long
You almost slept in my bed since it was late
Oh how it could have been a date
Eight years prior I had dreamed that we would be in each others fate
Well, with me that night you did not stay
Your heart would belong to a different metaphoric beau
You placed your head on my shoulder
For me it was a betrayal that could not be any bolder
I could not make you love me
Now your’re back after a run with a person that is no longer here
Did he ever exist?
Was he a manifestation that you created for yourself to mirror?
Your mirror is a fanstasy.
As your clock ticks, understand that you are not worthy of my seed
With your words and actions, I see your garden only begetting weeds
The weeds are your lies
I don’t love you
You are the past
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Aaron Vialpando
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