Tag: Poem
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The Empty Side
When I wake up… Instinctively, I reach for you and find the empty side of the bed. A flood of anguish in a raging sea of perpetual loneliness.
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A Cherita: Just Her
I always knew it was you who’d hung the moon Stupid to think it was for me since it glows only for her No one else. Just her.
aka, The Abject Muse 