his flannel was a constant reminder of how lonely her life was without him
of how the nights grew colder,
the days grew longer,
and she grew sadder every passing second.
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Poetry{o n g o i n g} his flannel was the only piece of him she had left. copyright © toxicluxe 2014
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his flannel was a constant reminder of how lonely her life was without him
of how the nights grew colder,
the days grew longer,
and she grew sadder every passing second.