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Moving On

I woke up,
and he’s not the first thought,
my thoughts are all blank,
…get used to it.

I remember my combination,
but it’s so silent,
the space next to me is vacant,
…get used to it.

At night I wonder,
about things,
I clutch myself,
a relay of the past coursing through my head,
go to sleep and dream,
you moved on…
get used to it.



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