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Mar 2015
My eyes are actually swollen
Pink and puffed
The trace of an ocean filled with tears leave
     a residue on my face that I cannot erase
I try to shut my eyes and clear my head
But the moment it goes dark I can feel
     your body against mine as we lay down
     before bed
The sound of your hot whisper in my ear is
     piercing to my skin
Sending goosebumps through my body
     and to my legs
My toes are itching to bring me away
I wish my mind would stop playing these
     games
I know you're not here but can you please
     tell me that you will at least try and stay
I know my blood shot eyes are a sight to see
I just ******* wish you would come back
     to me
(Feb 11, 10:55pm).
Madeline Frosh
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Madeline Frosh  NYC
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