a goodbye kiss to my maudlin afternoons

I remember that night
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When your head was on my toes
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And I could feel the warmth of your breathing through the layers
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of my very skin.
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Was that our last adieu?
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Or were you beseeching me back?
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Only the sand could tell.
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I strummed the guitar beneath my yellow polka dots bed sheet
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What were we 213 days ago?
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And what have become of us now?
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But all I heard was a broken resonance.
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(When will my fingers ever learn to play with those wound 
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strings?)
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Sorry.
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For the noise I created. 
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*for the guy who confused me about LOVE.