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Apr 2017
I stare at you
I'm inside your room
I do this everyday
I watch you rise
Wipe sleep from your eyes
I watch you eat
Put socks on your feet
I do confess I watch you undress
I bet your not thinking of me.
I want to hold your hand
I want you to care
You are becoming my silent,dark nightmare.
Waiting I will you might give me a call
I don't think this will happen
Because I'm stuck to your wall
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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