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Apr 2015
I woke up from a nap, naively remembering I wasn't home
I woke up from two nightmares, so blindingly ridden with meaning

I woke up alone and warm
I woke up afraid and cold

I rose from my bed with my sweater around me


I enjoy our correspondence
I don't respond

I like you
I do
Olivia Greene
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Olivia Greene
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