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Jul 2021
This is when it hits the hardest,
at 3:47 in the morning
when I wake up and realize you aren't next to me
when the memories of us are flash flooding through my brain

sleep comes in waves these days
I have tried my best
but I cannot will these nightmares away
god, how badly I want to be wrapped around you in the bed we used to share
Keah Jones
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Keah Jones  The Moon
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