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Nov 2016
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I wake up
My room pitch black
The sun of the outside world
Creeps ever slightly from the stairs
I want you to turn around
Be there in my bed and grab my face
Kiss me
The rhythm won't stop
Lost
Lost

I wake up
There I am
In the middle of this darkness

Who's...
Body am I in?
REAL
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