far away is where i chose to stay.

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i moved mountains for a wolf disguised as a

sheep. a boy — not a man — he allowed doors

to slam in my face and he never put his hand

around my waist, which always let me with a

sour-in-my-mouth taste.

all i ever dreamed of was the reassurance that

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