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I wake up alone It's a cold shock Hands clutching the sheets where a few minutes ago I imagined that familiar warmth His hands scarred from fights and glass Wrists bruised from cuffs "Sorry I didn't get back to you, I was arrested then hospitalized" Gone My hands ache My chest aches "You deserve sweet things" He was wrong
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
Gone (rough draft)
I wake up alone It's a cold shock Hands clutching the sheets where a few minutes ago I imagined that familiar warmth His hands scarred from fights and glass Wrists bruised from cuffs "Sorry I didn't get back to you, I was arrested then hospitalized" Gone My hands ache My chest aches "You deserve sweet things" He was wrong
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24/F/Canadian
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
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