that bed where I very first touched your face
that bed we fought in silence, and both stayed awake
that bed that I caught you sitting in, looking through my phone
that bed I slept wrapped up in you
or cold and completely alone
that bed where I heard the worst story of my life
that bed I kept my arm around you, and sometimes we cried
that bed I left because I could no longer be by your side
that bed I was on the edge of when you first shut the door
that bed that's stuck permanently in my head because we don't sleep there anymore
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