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when you left you took the floor with you
the cross beams. the concrete. and even the dirt underneath
i was floating on fear
i nearly drowned in anxiety

my father brought houseplants
when the dark got too thick to breathe

when you left you took my frame of reference
my mirror
my who i am
my why i am here

you took it with you even though you didn't even want it
i painted myself onto you and then you left