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You.
The cold pillow next to me whispers your name.
The coldness in my feet joins the game.
My heart quietly breathes out the same.
And your name slips off my tongue and between my lips,
as you step away and the pain through my chest rips.
You are a part of the wood that built these walls.
You are a part of this bed that catches my falls.
You are a part of everything I am today.
And everything I will be for the rest of my days.
The coldness in my feet joins the game.
My heart quietly breathes out the same.
And your name slips off my tongue and between my lips,
as you step away and the pain through my chest rips.
You are a part of the wood that built these walls.
You are a part of this bed that catches my falls.
You are a part of everything I am today.
And everything I will be for the rest of my days.
Published 8th Nov 2012
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