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"pulse"

By Lauren

with my stomach in knots i realise
that spring kills me everytime
just like him

the clock ticks rhythmically, angrily
like the blood pulsing through my veins
and I sit here, waiting
staring at the drops of rain
racing down the window
wondering why he intoxicates me
leaves me shaking, like an addiction

I'll miss you, I said to his face
I love you, I whispered to his back
as he walked away
to his hair, unruly on his neck
to my sheets as I layed in bed
to my dreams as I drifted away
and to the rain on the window
as I sit here and wait


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