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Jan 2012
I lie alone
Cold
Forgotten

Wearing your old shirt
Soft against my chest
I inhale the smell of you
your breath
your hair

I miss you
The way you would
wrap your strong
arms around me
protecting me from
the world itself

My eyes flooding
with tears
Cool air filtering through
the screen
Stars sprinkled across
the sky
a blue canvas.

Is it too late
To tell you-
Don't forget me.
Ginger Gray
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Ginger Gray
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   Jae Elle and mads
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