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Apr 2016
every night,
is so lonely without you here.
i sleep curled up in a ball on one side of the bed, and when i turn in the opposite direction, the coldness of the sheets rubs up against my skin. i turn away immediately,
for in that moment it clicks.
you are no longer mine.
Cindy Gaeta
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Cindy Gaeta  California.
(California.)   
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