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Jan 2018
The imprint you leave on my bed
is marked for my comfort -
The intangible smell
on my unwashed sheets -
I would wear them like a coat
if it meant I carried your scent,
I would wash them if it meant
I will see you again -
But most of all
I want this imprint to be,
an everlasting dent.
Ryan Holden
Written by
Ryan Holden  26/M/Middlesbrough - England
(26/M/Middlesbrough - England)   
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