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By Muryan Date: 2006 Apr 16 Comment on this Work [[2006.04.16.03.57.1623]] |
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My body aches and pains each night I don't have you here. I love you. I hate you. And I want you to come home. I can't stand feeling the cold softness of the pillows and blankets I long for the hot hardness of you. I look at the pillows and wrinkled bed sheets in fear Knowing that I will fall into them alone. |