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Mar 2016
My bones lay in bed,
thigh bones resting against
ribs, fingers touching your
side, cold, pillow undented
by your head.
Insomnia plagues my bones
in your absence;
they cannot sleep without
your bones to lay upon,
the need for you is too deeply
ingrained.
Rochelle Roberts
Written by
Rochelle Roberts  London
(London)   
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