I can feel your hold on me /_x000D_
growing distant /_x000D_
and I know I should be /_x000D_
Grateful /_x000D_
Relieved /_x000D_
Rejoiced /_x000D_
but instead /_x000D_
I am terrified /_x000D_
you have been /_x000D_
in my bloodstream /_x000D_
inbetween every /_x000D_
thought /_x000D_
for long enough /_x000D_
that missing you /_x000D_
will be missing /_x000D_
me /_x000D_
and I don't know who I am /_x000D_
without someone else /_x000D_
telling me /_x000D_
So who will I be /_x000D_
when the pieces of you /_x000D_
fall away? /_x000D_
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20 January 2020