One day
You will be gone And I will be left With your hair on my pillow And a streak of sentimental memories Some dark, some darker But also I will be left with a piece missing A piece of me that you'll take With your last breath.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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