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Jan 2014
the scent of you stayed for weeks
lingering in my room until
the day my tears polluted
the entire room with
desire and loneliness

you never called
you never text
do you even think of me
as much as i think of you
wanting you under my bed sheets
just to cuddle like we used to

nothing more but to
sleep under the silence
in each others arms
jat
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jat  meadow of daisies
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