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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=558105" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Smelled Him In My Pillow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wore a cologne that made my heart stop <br>like rain on a sunny day in a coming spring.<br>His voice was soothing, <br>mystical: Billie Holiday, <br>getting ready to sing.<br>I smelled him in my pillow the next night.<br>Hours after he left with hugs <br>that seemed to offer future promises.<br>His taste, his touch, <br>his gaze, <br>too untrustworthy for me to ever wallow in. <br>Alone, I still contemplated what could never be.<br>Lifestyles far too different; too complex, <br>But still refused to listen <br>or to see.<br>I knew it would end, <br>but still hoped to be the girl somehow written for the script.<br>Accepting false precisions, <br>I had given up on all fortitude, <br>essentially lost my grip.<br>But I smelled him in my pillow <br>of drunken doings, made up feelings, and cinderella endings, <br> to escape everything I knew.<br>And in the mornings of the birds chirps, <br>I woke to another day that had to be taken responsible of <br>to be considered true.<br>Naked, <br>I laid ambivalent about whether or not I was truly ashamed.<br>The comfort in my sheets resting softly on my skin, <br>as if to tell me he was the one to blame.<br>As if to say they would rest softly on my skin night after night.<br>As long as I needed them, <br> to fill that empty constant.<br>When Billie Holiday would sing the blues, <br>and rid my pain in the day <br>of forthcoming nonsense.<br>Sweet, <br>Yet so terrifyingly cold, <br>It was the smell of him in my pillow; <br>An absent friend and foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dylan+Rivera">Dylan Rivera</a><div class=q>
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His voice was soothing, 
mystical: Billie Holiday, 
getting ready to sing.
I smelled him in my pillow the next night.
Hours after he left with hugs 
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