empty bed

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ended up sleeping at an indecent time
mend my broken mind, a token for a split rhyme
perpetually tossed into a tornado 
to fend for myself, there is nothing for me to
yell except that i'm flying, and there's no one to catch me

be back soon, this bed is lonely without you
endlessly drowning in blankets that smell like you
deep end, dive right in, just to feel like i'm next to you

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