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Apr 2016
it's almost 2 am
i'm on the floor
curled up
in the green blanket
the one you lent to me
it's been washed
but i'm smelling it
in hopes that it smells like you
because i miss you
i want you next to me
but you're there and i'm here
and there are tears in my eyes
with the green blanket around me
to my draco, from your luna
Written by
jenna elizabeth  26/F/dallas, oregon
(26/F/dallas, oregon)   
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