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Here, But Only When I Sleep
The light dances across your skin
My fingertips trace your fragile bones
Soft touch makes your hair stand on end
I wake up and find that I’m alone
My fingertips trace your fragile bones
Soft touch makes your hair stand on end
I wake up and find that I’m alone
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