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May 2014
she
she was the sort of person


who ran
into glass walls
searching of a lover
who slept miles away


she was the sort of person

who could not
flip the pillow
over to the cooler side

she could not hug it

       and tell herself
                 that
           everything
                       was fine.
copperots
Written by
copperots  Malaysia
(Malaysia)   
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