When sleep comes and your breathing
is deep and heavy with throaty moans

I search your lips, looking behind
the lines hoping to find the

“You’re fucking gorgeous”
“I love you, even the crazy parts”
“If I ever lost you, I’d die”

But all I see are the criticisms
you replaced them with

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