Somewhere in the middle of a crowded room
we created a heavy loom.
I kissed you a whisper.
With it, you formed a secret and let it fester.
I walk home to wash the rain from my feet.
I loved you I think.
I stay up too late unable to sleep,
sit and wonder how I came to hear this
all alone
on repeat.
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