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Is it cliché to say that I dream of you or that I stay up in bed thinking of you? Indeed an apple falls far from a tree and into a basket, somewhere overseas. My Adam’s apple breaking over the phone and chutzpah china slamming on the floor leaves few words to remember you by. My blinds will never carry a scent yours, too much of a burden to bear. A wooden bed with walls and moist soil the only smell I pine for now the only thing I can pray for now.
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
CRACKED DAWN
Is it cliché to say that I dream of you or that I stay up in bed thinking of you? Indeed an apple falls far from a tree and into a basket, somewhere overseas. My Adam’s apple breaking over the phone and chutzpah china slamming on the floor leaves few words to remember you by. My blinds will never carry a scent yours, too much of a burden to bear. A wooden bed with walls and moist soil the only smell I pine for now the only thing I can pray for now.
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
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