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Jul 2014
Its late.
I cant sleep.
My mind wanders.
It searches for you.

Looking for the times.
I spent warm in this bed.
too small for us both.

My memory loves you.
It asks about you all the time.
my heart hates you.
it reminds me in the silence.

That the air is still
the room is quite
my bed is cold.
I am alone.
elizabeth brotzman
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