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Eleven Thousand Two Houndred and Eleven Times Over (5, September 2012)
And it comes down,
Where replacing you,
Is impossiable.
Sitting here,
Touching,
To thoughts of you.
You make little bursts,
Happen inside;
Filled with happiness,
When you're not around.
I want to see your peaceful face,
As you fall asleep.
Winter evenings,
Spent so warm.
Bare skin rubbing,
Frinction of feelings.
Touch me,
And I'll never forget.
Where replacing you,
Is impossiable.
Sitting here,
Touching,
To thoughts of you.
You make little bursts,
Happen inside;
Filled with happiness,
When you're not around.
I want to see your peaceful face,
As you fall asleep.
Winter evenings,
Spent so warm.
Bare skin rubbing,
Frinction of feelings.
Touch me,
And I'll never forget.
Published 7th Sep 2012
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