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I can hear the traffic in the distance
And some far away clock
Swoosh goes the early cars out to work
Phone vibrations drown out tick tock tick tock
He is not here with me ..the sofa feels
Spacious and empty
Oh does his hard labour resent me
He would rather be laid here with me
I'd rather he stayed here with me
His face lights up when he sees me
Tru...
Wednesday 4th August 2021 3:19 pm
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