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The bed wasn't made when I got back All of the sheets were tangled There were drool and sweat stains on the pillowcases She was always a part of everything All the laundry Always her favourite detergent She took it with her and I don't remember I do remember exactly how she fit on the bed with the dog and I And how she straightened things out after I left for work every day I remember exactly how she looked laying on the floor in the place where the sun snuck through the window But I didn't remember to make the bed this morning
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Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC
Making the Bed
The bed wasn't made when I got back All of the sheets were tangled There were drool and sweat stains on the pillowcases She was always a part of everything All the laundry Always her favourite detergent She took it with her and I don't remember I do remember exactly how she fit on the bed with the dog and I And how she straightened things out after I left for work every day I remember exactly how she looked laying on the floor in the place where the sun snuck through the window But I didn't remember to make the bed this morning
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Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC
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