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loneliness is looking at the imprint your shape left on our bed gripping your shirt in my clenched fists you left more than that behind, but memories won't fit in the washing machine.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
detergent doesn't work on that
loneliness is looking at the imprint your shape left on our bed gripping your shirt in my clenched fists you left more than that behind, but memories won't fit in the washing machine.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
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