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Feb 2015
It doesn't matter if I run across the country
Or if I try to stand completely still,
Pieces of you still surround me.

I am lonely in these sheets we once slept
Entangled and entwined in,
Your forgotten socks litter the rooms corners.

And though you say you feel nothing for me,
I couldn't help but lay in bed and check,
The pillow is smells like you do.
Paige Prince Stewart
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