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Oct 2017
i can't sleep.

the thought of you beside me is
possibly older than the night herself,
with only mere daydreams
to fill your absence.

who would've known
that you could feel so homeless,
in the comfort
of your own bed?
- the very thought of you writes the poems I could never form.
ren
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ren  17/england
(17/england)   
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