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Feb 2015
"I cannot remember the last time I loved the girl in my bed,"
He said to me one day while I was dreaming.
I opened my eyes and looked out the window,
Jumping from one dream to another,
But then, I blinked and looked back at him,
My dreams shattering around me,
For I was his wife, and always the girl in his bed.
A little different perspective.
Liz And Lilacs
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Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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   Zigmaz F, ray, Derrick Feinman and ryn
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