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Nov 2023
I had an extra hour to miss you,
but I used it to sleep instead.
Lulled away in ignorant bliss,
only to wake in a strange bed.
The daylight could not save me,
unless he turned back time,
months and years,
not measly hours,
to when you were still alive.
Shel
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Shel  31/F
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