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Nov 2014
My bed smells of you.

The aroma of today’s faint memories;
Your face,
Those lips.

Lying here now dozing in and out of reality,
the dreams become more real than the memories seem to be.

I’m reaching for you in my thoughts-
Inhaling your remains til the day you share this empty place in my bed for good.
January 24th, 2013

This one immediately became my most popular and I'm not sure why. It is one draft written late at night and I never even titled it.
Gordon Michael III
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Gordon Michael III  28/M/Houston
(28/M/Houston)   
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