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How it ends
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2012
You bought me literary magazines and a pumpkin spice latte
Back corner of a chapters and a thought I’m afraid to voice
I didn’t kiss you goodbye
In the silence befalling our steps as we walked the death march of this relationship to the Charles street terminal...you tried
You always try
You’re a tryer
I’m a doer
You try
I do
You bought me literary magazines and a latte
I dogged your kisses and wrote this poem
