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Apr 2015
I'm in bed, my soul's on fire
  Thinking bout my one desire
To have that touch I've had before
  I had enough, but  I want more

I think about you from time to time
  Recollecting days when you were mine
One memory that sticks to me
  Has hauntingly been bittersweet

I was young and you were dumb
  You were drunk, I had some ***
On that couch we talked all night
  I dropped you off in morning light

I miss you now, but I know
Things come around and they go
H.W.
Dave Slate
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Dave Slate
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