YOU the space between my chest was for you how..

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YOU the space between my chest was for you how you liked raw poetry about sex and the bodies of women you had never met and how nonfunctional you seemed to feel without a cigarette sitting between your fingers on a cold night out on the pier staring at the blackened sea and wandering how salty the water would actually taste if you were to slip away beneath the surface. you would sip whiskey like wine by the fire and it would warm you in more ways than one and when I'd come home it would be nice. and. cool. you started to pick fights instead of flowers and suddenly green became your most hated color like the eyes of your lover and the taste of mint on cold Sundays in July. you became so damn Cold.