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Sep 2013
It's usual that I go out on a Friday,
but I've bedridden myself
from the pit fall in my stomach
when I realized your toothbrush was gone.

It's unbelievable to think
that just under the last moon
we laid under crisp blankets, sharing what we thought of marriage
And now
I can only pray that I experience it again in my life.

"I'm taking a test -- bye."
- my last words
before you read
the first words
that forever demolished what could have been forever magnificent
Written by
annie
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   Nat Lipstadt
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