ALEX'S POINT OF VIEW
In her quiet bedroom, where I still come often, She used to lay on her bed while I braided her long black hair, and talk for hours.
In her small bedroom, where her scent still lingers, she used to tell me stories 'till I fell asleep when I was mad or sad.
In her dark bedroom, where her things are still not touched, we used to lay down, my head on her lap, her playing with hair, while a comfortable silence engulfed us.
In her simple bedroom, where the sun still shines, we used to share thoughts, laughter and much more.
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His Joy
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