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Feb 2015
Take me with you
As the day ends and you
Ly in your bed.
Take me with you,
As you travel through
Your dreams.
Please come visit me.
I want to be what you fein,
What you crave,
What you need.
The way we used to talk all night-
I still get butterflies.
I wish i could go back there,
The way you used to say
How you would love to play with my hair.
You loved to touch my skin,
But now- it has not been
The same.
And when i see you with her,
I cant help but cringe.
But i guess,
Im the only one to blame.
Im sorry.
I miss you.
Even though, we have different
World views,
I still can never stop thinking about
You.  -bW
B
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B  Massachusetts
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   bouhaouel zeineb
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