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Oct 2014
I slept in my chair last night
I tried to sleep in bed
as soon as I entered the room for sleep
she echoed through my head
I knew before I laid my head that
this feeling wouldn't pass
so I grabbed a pillow and my blanket, and on a chair is where I crashed
Written by
William James Crowell  halifax
(halifax)   
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