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Mar 2019
dark night is the bed
to which i come
mostly late,

strip my soul,
lay it down
covered in
memories of
black and white

nostalgia dressed
in a tear-soaked mess
wetting my pillow case

iā€™m falling down,

dark night
is the bed
in which you
no longer wait
for me to come
mostly late.
Written by
Tanya  F/Dislocated
         Stardust to Unicorn, laura, Perry, B, --- and 29 others
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