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Mar 2016
with the taste of alcohol
still fresh on my tongue,
I lay in bed.

I wonder about you.
I think about the subtle
way your spine
arches to the side.

I think about your long legs
and heavy sighs as
I bury my head in my pillow.
I miss you so much tonight
I can hardly stand it.

I stay here and count the days
until I see you lay next to me again.
Ryan M Hall
Written by
Ryan M Hall  23/M/Davis, CA
(23/M/Davis, CA)   
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