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The way hair is pulled away from eyes
And how to forget a need
Things never simply rise
And that time I meant to leave

The ways that I always wait
And how loss makes one aware
Expecting always to be late
Or not completely there

The way I cough before his answer
And how I never fit
Waiting for chests to lower
And asking to be bit

The way a touch is just a motion
And how letters aren’t just sent
Being hurt is an emotion
And dreams are only dreamt