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Nov 2013
I* am jealous of
your *bed

your sheets
your shirts and perfume
and smoke of your cigarette

because they wrap and cloud around you
touch you, feel your dark, soft skin
feel your warmth

when I cannot do those things
when I am too far away
spending my lonely afternoons
wishing to be

your bed
your sheets
your shirts and perfume
and smoke of your cigarette.
Dedicated to Him. I spent more than three years loving him, and I've learnt so much during that time. Thanks to Him, I've learnt what love is.
Patricia Cikus
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Patricia Cikus
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