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Sep 2013
the bed is empty
try to fill it with foreign bodies
when my skin graces theirs
its cold
their eyes so desolate...
where's the love I used to know?
this heart of mine is vacant
a quick one, then they go,
I am left there tired
feeling used and old...
where's the love I used to know?
Traci Eklund
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Traci Eklund  Northern Mitten, USA
(Northern Mitten, USA)   
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