This Poem

I have absolutely no recollection writing it;


Jan 30 1:38am
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He wakes up and spreads out his arms -- still alone.
He reaches over to his nightstand and checks his phone -- still alone.
He sits up in his darken room and looks around.
Still there's no one to be found.
Nothing to be seen.
No where left to return to,

But his dreams