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Dec 2016
The other night we kissed
It was soft and warm and new.

The next night we danced to music;
To a beat I never knew.

The following night you curled around me
And let your fingers dance across my skin.

Now its all sort of hard to remember,
Which of those was a dream,
And which was real.
-ALC December 19 2016
Written by
   Johnny Scarlotti
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