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The bed
Alone
with me,
just seeing
the ceiling
the lamp
the light
the clock
no time
one book
without letters
My thoughts are boring
my legs are too cold
my arms are holding
one pillow for two
Sometimes
you come
to my memories.
I wake up
I get up
without you
again
the bed is alone
© MaricrisMeza
with me,
just seeing
the ceiling
the lamp
the light
the clock
no time
one book
without letters
My thoughts are boring
my legs are too cold
my arms are holding
one pillow for two
Sometimes
you come
to my memories.
I wake up
I get up
without you
again
the bed is alone
© MaricrisMeza
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