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Without You

Comatose - when you're not around. What am I [supposed to do] without you? Silence fills this not so filled apartment of ours while I [im]patiently await your return. I sit, idly. Nothing of importance happens while you are not here. "How was your day?" I'll ask you when you arrive. You'll ask of mine and I'll have nothing to say. I am nothing [without you].

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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