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Oct 2012
I can still feel your breath in my bedsheets
Rising and falling
Like you never left my side
I can still feel your skin on my hardwood floors
Melted into every crack
Your scent is on all of my clothes
and your taste infused in all of my food
I can still feel you here,
                                                                                                                even though you left long ago.
Lindsey Wells
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