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Feb 2012
I was hopeful,
You were haunting,
Now we stand together,
Somewhere we'd never thought we'd be,
Your calloused hand in mine,
My thigh brushing against yours,
I don't see anyone else in this room,
And my devils are saying give into you.
R A Sanders
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