That first day
Was the longest,
The day you left.
I spent
Sixhours sleeping
Six hours reading
Six hours eating
Six hours sitting
Six hours writing
Fighting
Every inclination in me
To convince the
Holiday company that
I was too I'll to stay
Away from you.
I wasn't homesick
Just you sick
Which annoyed me.
Until today I didn't believe
That it's not where you are
But who you're with
That makes the difference between
Being content and being happy
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i know my upper arms will grow flabby it's true of all the women in my family i know that the purple views like dead fish in Seine ...
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I didn't want to wait on my knees In a room made quiet by waiting. A room where we'd listen for the rise Of breath, the bur...
