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Pillow talk memories


This bed isn't comfy as it used to be Cause now it's just me laying in the memories I don't wish I could turn back time but, I really wish I could feel your love Used to say the beds not big enough but now it swallows me I wanna know if you get night sweats, thinking bout me laying on your chest when, the world felt so huge and we didn't know anything Now I lay here with my cold feet, wish I could wake up to messy sheets while you entangle me Your sweet embrace was all I ever needed I loved you more than air and now I can't breathe I lay here resting in a bed times 3 of me, Nowhere near as comfy as it used to be.
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