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Sep 2015
while you are
on the road to
somewhere-far-away-from-here
i am barely awake
on my bedroom
floor
watching my ceiling fan
dizzy itself
trying not to think
of you.

i really really
*******
miss your
voice,

(but it's ok,
i didn't deserve it
in the first
place.)
i'm sorry i still love you
Written by
baby bukowski  nowhere in particular
(nowhere in particular)   
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