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My room is neat nothing out of place... But my bed has another tale to tell, White pillows with dark smudges Sheets and blankets in a twist .   Our clothes mingle on the floor just as our breath did before. An arm draped here, a leg there, my skin burns with the heat of yours.   Is this how it feels to hope?   I'm not sure if you woke up first and decide to stay Or I am up Fisrt to start my day.
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
A smudged pillow
My room is neat nothing out of place... But my bed has another tale to tell, White pillows with dark smudges Sheets and blankets in a twist .   Our clothes mingle on the floor just as our breath did before. An arm draped here, a leg there, my skin burns with the heat of yours.   Is this how it feels to hope?   I'm not sure if you woke up first and decide to stay Or I am up Fisrt to start my day.
Good god help me
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
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