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May 2015
I dreamt of you last night
And swear I
Could still feel your kiss
Upon my cheek when I woke.
Your phantom scent
Was upon my pillow
And the ghostly pressure
Of arms were around my waist.
But I can't keep
Looking to the past.
My neck's too sore
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
320
     Austin Boston and niamh
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