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Feb 2015
I curl up at night to the warmth of your memories
The flame from these fossil fuels furnish where our love used to live
before you moved out that is
this bed was made for two, this bed was made for you
Ordinary
Written by
Ordinary  in my mind
(in my mind)   
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