The Cold Side of the Bed
Written: June 21, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
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Oblivion devoured our love, ignited in holy fire,
In muted sighs, my sunken dreams expire.
I pulled the linen sheets, but no answer came,
My empty bed burns with the sting of searing shame.
A cloak of apparent grace for this broken soul,
I stitch a hollow hope to revamp myself whole.
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