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bed and coffee

when you left my life
and took away
the things I had got
I was afraid of being lonely
I was afraid to be alone

you left me
just like people left their bed unmade
or a cold coffee on a table
forgotten
needless

and when I got used to it
you came back
saying
you miss me
just like people miss their warm bed
or a hot coffee in the winter morning
Written by iamdaria (saturn)
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