The Stain on the Carpet (Dec. prompt day 22)

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From the time we healed each other's sorrows
We layed in each other's arms all night
Sometimes in silence
To the soft drifting of music
Just listening to each other's body's
Or sometimes in the soft spoken midnight of the moon
Would we share our secrets to each other
The only evidence of that night
Is when I spilled my coffee on the carpet
And created one stain

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