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Mar 2015
The smell of cologne couldn't disguise the smell of *** on your breath
It was remarkable
Rememberable
Your arms around mine
Comfortable
In a way,
Safe.
Safer.
Feelings were mutual
But nothing had been said
The thoughts in our complex minds clicked instead
So still
So comfortable
Wrapped under
One blanket.
You're gone now
The smell
Still,
In my bed.
MissFaithful
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MissFaithful  New York
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