one

Your face, a disgrace.

I embrace the loneliness.

Am amazed, displaced.

Tight up with morbid lace,

No trace.

Blueberry scent,

Levitates.

Untouched linen.

Since you left me,

I cannot call this bed mine

Anymore.

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