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Oct 2020
I sleep with his dead body
he's so warm

I imagine his breath hitting my face

in my mind
it's a loud room

his whispers linger
in the dark

our bodies dance
around the fireplace

I'm not afraid

he's almost there
I'm almost there
we're almost there

I'm almost there
he's almost here
we're almost there

almost there
eileen
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