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Apr 2015
The clock struck midnight.

I lay awake in bed.
You are probably snuggled up,
all warm instead.

I can't sleep.
It's all your fault.
I am in bed thinking about you,
and I am probably never on your
Mind.
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those bygone years  F/USA
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   NV and Arlo Disarray
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