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Mar 2017
I left for the funeral but somehow ended up at your house instead. I let myself in and laid myself into your bed. I pulled up all the covers and cried for everyone who's ever lost another. I talked of was and when, and my fear of never feeling right again. I talked til my mouth ran dry and my lips ran red. I hugged the pillow that still smelled of you while I laid quiet and remembered you. A lock turns, a door opens, it's the sound of heavy breathing, it's the fact that you've been chosen.



What about me.
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