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May 2019
Sometimes I can feel you holding me,
When I wake and I'm warm,
But I roll over,
And the bed is empty,
And the sheets are choking me,
I claw and scream for any sign you were here,
But the bed is cold.
And so am I.
Tegan
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Tegan  17/F/Uk
(17/F/Uk)   
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   --- and Bogdan Dragos
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