when i was right next to you i missed you
in that borrowed bed
we hand in hand in
paper
in love
with words that i wringed-out and weaved,
what a relief to unwrap the wrong-doings you kept.
now it's 7am, and i havent slept
i'm glad you don't still sleep on a cot.
i reminisce about every time we fought.
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