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Sep 2019
I reach for the right side
of the bed
only to find
the cold sheets
resting on the wine stained mattress
as my tears
began to dance
on the pillow case
where you use to lay your head.
Written by
e reed  18/F
(18/F)   
172
   coulorfulSmoke
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