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Oct 2015
When you think about someone so much,
your dreams start to smell like them.
And you have to wash your linens
because your sheets started to smell like them.
Had to get a grip because when you breathed,
it still smelled like them.
What I'm saying is:
love isn't love when you're without them.
What is this. What am I writing.
Dominique Johnson
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Dominique Johnson  God's Bathroom Floor
(God's Bathroom Floor)   
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