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Apr 2016
The brand new sheets were white
as the light shined on them
they became bright

The sheets that made you aroused
your kiss left stain on the brand new sheets

Your thoughts will always run through into me
Your touch, your finger tips lightly on the bed sheets

You are the sheets, so soft and gentle
just washing them isn't the same
I want your smell rotting in my brain
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jessica oder
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