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May 2016
Its 12 am
And I'm dreaming of your eyes
How I wish they were peering into mine
Instead I'm peering into an empty bottle of *****
Wondering when things got so bad
Where did I go wrong
I blame myself
I wish you would miss me
Like I miss you
I wish you were still around
So our bodies can tangle and twist
An wind into a mess
of lost love
Stevie Knight
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Stevie Knight  Maryland
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