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as you sat there
crying in my arms
i told you i loved you
at least i think i did

as i sat there
holding you
i felt something
cold coming from you
is our past still
haunting you?

i swear every day
that I'm over you
that I've replaced you
but have i

I've been told
all these poems are
about you
nothing to do with
the fact your my muse.

my mind is torn
between you and
another.