my bed no longer smells like you
and i'm finding it hard
to sleep in this bed
without your arms around me.
i know i've done it before,
and i'll do it again,
but my god do i want you here.
you feel like home.
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chrfahnestock
20 years old, English major, hopeful revolutionist, residing in New York.
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