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Each night alone I become lost I drown in a sea of blankets and a small mattress that seems far too big. I toss and I turn I flip the pillow over I pull more blankets on I push folded laundry off However much I try I cannot seem to replicated how the bed feels filled with you.
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Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 2:03 AM UTC
Empty nights.
Each night alone I become lost I drown in a sea of blankets and a small mattress that seems far too big. I toss and I turn I flip the pillow over I pull more blankets on I push folded laundry off However much I try I cannot seem to replicated how the bed feels filled with you.
renee-warth
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Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 2:03 AM UTC
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