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Mar 2018
We grieve in silence because
We think that’s how we’re
Supposed to heal
&
Then destroy the first person
To come along who really wants
To help us

By the time we realize this
Their pillow is gone
Their scent is with the wind
Their turning key to bring
Them home

Is with somebody else
Eric the Red
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Eric the Red  40/M/Southwest
(40/M/Southwest)   
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