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Nov 2016
The place that I called home is no longer a home
This bed of mine is cold and unwelcoming
The sheets no longer hold your scent
All it holds now is the smell of cigarettes and regrets
Cold
empty
How can something
That was once so warm with love
Feel so derelict
The eye of the raging storm of regret is my heart
I long for the loving embrace you once gave me
I long for the love we once shared
Time used to not exist
And now
It's all I think about
The lost time I won't get to spend with you
But time doesn't exist
Not for the happy
Not for the loved
Deshawn L Downs
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Deshawn L Downs  Troy Ohio
(Troy Ohio)   
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