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Sep 2013
It’s really lonely in this bed
Cuddled up with your

Green Collared Shirt

That still lingers with

The smell of your Skin.

The deeper I dig my nose into it

The louder I can hear your Laughter.
Tori Hart
Written by
Tori Hart  Fort Worth, TX
(Fort Worth, TX)   
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