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Apr 2013
You once told me
that your favorite part of me staying over,
was how your pillows smelled like my hair
after I was gone.
I thought that was funny;
Because when I got home,
before I washed it,
I'd smell my hair.
In it were wisps of you.
andrea rose
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andrea rose
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