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May 2014
Laying naked in bed
Confusion filled heads
Your moaning sounded like Gods voice
Reminding me that I'd one day visit hell
And when you left me
I finally understood what he was talking about
Your absence is my hell
Josephine
Written by
Josephine  Bridge City
(Bridge City)   
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