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I don't want to know their name 

I don't want to know who they are 

I don't care if they make you feel

they aren't me.

Not me,

who's cradling your head in my hands

or wrapped around you thigh deep

or gently coupled by the lips

slung over your bed sheets 

resting over your heartbeat 

tracing the lines of your love 

tipping your chin, 

looking deep into your soul 

and you, meeting me there .

it was too real to ever let go

but you did,

please don't explain 

I don't want to know