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Apr 2018
your slippers
still lay next to my bed
your scent
still lingers in my nostrils
your taste is
brought on by a flood
warning of memories

i can eat you
in my sleep only
now so i dream
awake in a half-narcolepsy
that comes over me
like a cold wind,
Written by
stylesclash  28/M/USA
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