I have a smile,
No-one has seen.
It is reserved
For the dark of night,
When sound asleep,
There comes an arm
Scooping me up
And pressing me close.
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 10:31 AM UTC
I have a smile,
No-one has seen.
It is reserved
For the dark of night,
When sound asleep,
There comes an arm
Scooping me up
And pressing me close.
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