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Sep 2014
We fell in love here,
in this room,
under these blankets

Spilling our words to the quietness of our heart beats
and feeling the spaces in between our fingers
until our eyes couldn't take it anymore

We fell apart here,
on this bed,
heads on these pillows

Fighting to spit out the right words to fix us,
yelling over our thundering heart beats
and wishing sleep would take the pain away

I still feel you here,
under this ceiling,
within these painted walls
and I miss you

By Chloe Elizabeth
It's 8:49 p.m. and yeah
Chloe Elizabeth
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