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Love's remembrances can be painful
Lurking like snakes in your head
I find memories of our finest hour
Amid itchy reminders in our bed
The crumbs in my bed remind me of you
The way you brushed your hair for hours
How you sat on the duvet nibbling cinammon toast
Or sniffing posies of hothouse flowers
I still can't work out why you left me
The truth is I'm more t...
Thursday 23rd April 2020 12:18 pm
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