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Nov 2016
Your smell lingers on my sheets and in my dreams
And it's killing me
I crave your touch, laugh, and smile
And the way we would shut up and kiss for a while
It's killing me
To know that things could have been different
If I never had to leave you that August morning
And it killed me
To just drive away, leave it all behind
With tears in my eyes I stayed stoic
Written by
Ron  Michigan
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