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My bed is warm with the windows open, the wind gently letting itself in. The moon dissipates the shadows and gleams an honest light on the few cars driving. The air is brisk and every inhale is fresh, crisp and satisfying. But my bed is cold for its second occupant is nowhere to be found. My eyes search My ears listen and heart yearns, as my breath is held and my head is still. Waiting for the door to be unlocked. Waiting for the stairs to be used. Waiting for the light under the door.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
the light under the Door.
My bed is warm with the windows open, the wind gently letting itself in. The moon dissipates the shadows and gleams an honest light on the few cars driving. The air is brisk and every inhale is fresh, crisp and satisfying. But my bed is cold for its second occupant is nowhere to be found. My eyes search My ears listen and heart yearns, as my breath is held and my head is still. Waiting for the door to be unlocked. Waiting for the stairs to be used. Waiting for the light under the door.
justin-b
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
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