Warm bed,
The sheets were never cold
When we were holding on
To what we used to be.
-Ally Paras

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PoetryMy poetry book about the three main concepts in my life. 3 Parts: Love, Anxiety, Death.
Eight
Warm bed,
The sheets were never cold
When we were holding on
To what we used to be.
-Ally Paras