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Sep 24
made my bed for the first time since you left
now it’s easier to pretend as if
you’ve never laid your head beside mine
almost

i still can’t bear to look at the dishes
the ***** plates from our last dinner together
i hope they rot
Written by
aurora  26/Pittsburgh, PA
(26/Pittsburgh, PA)   
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