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May 2021
I threw away all of your stuff...
Your good luck charms
The things you made for me
That souvenir that reminded you
Of me you told me to hold dear...
All of it..
Gone
.
And yet I still wake up
Smelling your smoky hair mixed with
That perfume you only
Wore for me
.
The feel of your touch
Close at hand
Like a ghost that only haunts
At 430am
When Iā€™d knock on your door
.
You...I could never
Throw away...
Eric the Red
Written by
Eric the Red  40/M/Southwest
(40/M/Southwest)   
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