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By musicalduck Date: 2010 Dec 06 Comment on this Work [[2010.12.06.02.06.14258]] |
| I can still see you breaking it off. On the couch, your legs spread out. I still can't touch that side of the couch. I put my work and school papers on it. I let my friends sit there, but I never will. Every time I look at where you sat I see you. The way you hung your head. The way you semi-cried. How you had a hard time getting the words out. This is why I avoid coming home. I see you everywhere, but I especially see you on my couch breaking my heart. |