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Puddle Of Hurt
Drain this hurt
From the remnants of my heart
You left me here
A flesh puddle of my former self
Your imprint on the bed
Still smells of you
I sniff it daily
And choke back tears
Good God, how long will I pine
Over this woman
My soul mate
My all
From the remnants of my heart
You left me here
A flesh puddle of my former self
Your imprint on the bed
Still smells of you
I sniff it daily
And choke back tears
Good God, how long will I pine
Over this woman
My soul mate
My all
Published 30th May 2020
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31st May 2020 00:31am
31st May 2020 2:42am
Thank you, Julia. I keep asking myself what I could have done differently. I just wish she’d come home
1st Jun 2020 9:54pm
1st Jun 2020 10:04pm
