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Sep 2016
I've heard her clogs scrape every morning
While I wake up alone in bed
I miss her dearly
The smell of her hair
The chuckle cut short in
Inappropriate situations

I wish all of the pain
Upon her, but none of it
She said she was too selfish to be here

I'm too selfish to let this pass
Yang Desojo
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