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When You Used to Love Me, I Loved Myself.
To be read listening to: Piano Concerto No. 1 in B-Flat Minor Op. 23 - Allegro non troppo
When you used to love me,
I thought loved myself.
On teenage stomachs we kissed,
On old friends sheets we stabbed one another.
One knife bent and lost in a concrete river,
The other shining and clean.
Upon entry,
And retrieval.
When I used to love you,
I wasn't who...
Friday 6th March 2015 10:36 am
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