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Sep 2013
you left, and I kept your pillow naked in my bed
for me to kiss and hum on

its case
stuffed down my shirt like a training bra

wondered if
blankets and beds understand what a touch is
Sarina
Written by
Sarina  forests
(forests)   
504
   JM and blair asher
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