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The other
Side of
My bed
Is always
Empty now

Without him
I'm supposed
To live, but
I don't know
How...


(wrote this picturising an old widow who's lost her husband after many years of togetherness)

Monday, November 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: widow
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