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Oct 2015
Lying naked.
Feeling exposed.
My fingertips stretch to all corners of the bed, exploring cold under folds of the sheets.
Comfort is found on the underside of the pillow, in the dip of the bed where your body usually lies, in between the warm and slightly cold sheets.
Despite it all, you leave me
Lying naked.
Feeling exposed.
Kate MacDonald
Written by
Kate MacDonald  19/F/Canada
(19/F/Canada)   
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