It’s the nights when you leave
too soon—
before my body aches
and I feel sleep overcome me—
that I am surrounded by the reality
of having to exist without you.
Poem by J. Grace
It’s the nights when you leave
too soon—
before my body aches
and I feel sleep overcome me—
that I am surrounded by the reality
of having to exist without you.
Poem by J. Grace
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