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Jul 2013
I woke up this morning
curled up between my pillows
reaching across the sheets
instantly knowing you are
n o t
t h e r e

I stayed up a little longer
listened to the birds
and how sadly they chirp
for your absence

so I hid my face
on the flat sheet of tears
I shed every night
probing the every fabric
for your scent
sweetcidal
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sweetcidal
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   MITCHELL
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