08 December 2011
empty
a body without soul,
a cup without its coffee,
a bed without pillow,
sleeping with no blanket,
wearing shoes with no socks on,
making cupcakes with no icing.
I have no idea what I'm writing right now.
I'm lost.
I need my chamomile back.
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