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Bittersweet Nothings
I remember saying blearily, with a half-asleep kiss
"Move away, pet; I'm too warm."
Now I'm crying out, all too wide-awake
"Come back, love; I'm so cold."
"Move away, pet; I'm too warm."
Now I'm crying out, all too wide-awake
"Come back, love; I'm so cold."
Published 20th Oct 2010
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22nd Oct 2010 10:54pm
Nice, sometimes we dont need unnecessary words to explain our mistakes.
