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It’s just a bed, isn’t it?

Its funny how one day
Your bed is just the place you sleep
And the next,
You can’t help but picture
The way his skin looked in your sheets
When you lay your head down
His scent lingers so
You bury your face in the pillows
When you roll over to the other side
A little disappointment settles in
Because he’s not there
How did you get used to it so quickly?

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