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May 2017
my back is to the wall
I'm calling out for you
do you even notice that I'm here at all
couldn't you hold me for awhile longer
instead you just roll over
out go the lights
staring at the ceiling
drawing pictures in the cold and lonely night
I just close my eyes and
catch another case of the cold shoulder
Jason Schnepper
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Jason Schnepper  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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