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Will you be mind?
My time
Is not mine
But our time
You’ve made your bed in my dreams
I lie in it
But
this isn’t me
See,
I would part with my skin
If it weren’t attached
And never look back
But
Each night when I close my eyes for sleep
I see you in my head
Your feet poke out one side of your bed
And oh,
It makes me giddy for you
And so,
I end up crawling in bes...
Thursday 15th August 2019 9:13 am
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