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homeless in Poems

  • Feb. 17, 2014, 9:40 a.m.
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I got used to sleeping next to you way to quickly,

we had four days,

although it felt like an hour with you.

Made a home out of your arms,

your warm embraces,

and sweet kisses.

But now you're gone again,

and I feel even more empty than usual.

You swept through me like a tornado.

and now I'm homeless.


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