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Oct 3
I could never wash the pillow sheets
My heart would continue to bleed,
That blue toothbrush would stay at it‘s place
Stuck like that one phrase,
My voice would never lose that tremble
The thoughts begin to gamble,
My cats would start searching
The smells would start merging,
All of the songs I would loose
Like I did my muse
Written by
Julia
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