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Dec 2011
These days I sleep naked
so it could be like our nights of deep slumber.
Only now its just myself.
Caressing my own arms,
tracing the outline of my own face.
My own breaths keeping me awake.
I liked it better when yours were to blame.
Eric Guitian
Written by
Eric Guitian  Miami
(Miami)   
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