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Dec 2013
The scent of you still lingers
The ever so gentle comfort of your warmth is now bare
The droning of the fan replaces your steady breathe
The aching subsiding slowly, but not near fast enough
Why does the bed feel so empty
And the room now quiet
If only you stayed a while longer dear
If only you could see the mess I've become
Written by
Gabrielle Marie
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