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It's 1:36 am
And my mind is fixed
On the memory
Of how your body
Latched itself onto mine
And how your words
Made their sweet way
Into the thoughts
That were once plagued
With unforgotten sights.
I never thought that you'd
Be the one to say
Let go
And so I did
And now I regret the things
That I had forgotten to do
How I had forgot to touch your body
The way you touched mine
How to touch your soul
Like the way you touched mine
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