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Mar 2018
There’s a depression in my bed
where last you lay your head
and I still roll over in the night
just to catch your scent.
But it’s fleeting,
fleeing
and once the mattress has finally reset
the depression will still remain
only it will be the one inside my head.
Luke
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Luke  25/M/Ballina, Australia
(25/M/Ballina, Australia)   
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