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Apr 2015
Get up
And leave my bed.

My pillow smells like you
I'm suffocating.

My sheets are warm
They're burning my skin.

Take your gray I-Shirt with you
And your Tom Ford perfume.

Don't look back at me
And leave.




-LynnAA
29-30/4/2015
Lynn Al-Abiad
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Lynn Al-Abiad
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