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Oct 2014
7 years of my life
Fits into 8 boxes
In a 2x3 container
20 minutes from here
And a few scattered pieces
Left lying around
I take 5 breaths a day
And 14 steps
To here and back
Its all i can do for now
While she sleeps in my bed
And pets my dog
And he cooks her dinner
In my pans
While she sleeps
In the boxers i bought him
While she closes my curtains
While she holds his hand
While she lives my life
My life that fits in a 2x3
And i sleep alone
Written for D.  The first 3 months was the hardest.  I knew he wasn't coming back,  and it was so much missing him,  the relationship was difficult at best.  But my life I missed,  I suddenly was all alone with no home in a new town,  no security.  I had to fend for myself.  And it was the scariest thing I had ever faced
lucy winters
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lucy winters  Jhb south africa
(Jhb south africa)   
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   Sjr1000 and SPT
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