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Feb 2021
It’s been awhile since I’ve wished he were sleeping next to me,
but here I am missing him tonight.
I would give anything for my head to be
on that perfect spot,
my arm holding him close.
Perfect. Simple.
We just got off the phone;
he said he called because he wanted
to tell me he loves me.
I wonder if it’s a coincidence that
he called me right as the clock
struck Valentine’s Day.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  28/F/Ohio
(28/F/Ohio)   
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