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Feb 2010
I could spend days lost in this trance
Until my limbs begin to shake
Repeating this motionless dance
Night after night and day after day

With You on your back, looking up
Brown rays streaming from Your face
Time spent with You is so abrupt
Yet it’s like I’ve never left Your embrace

And I know we’ve spent hours in this bed
Yet the feeling never seems to tire
Pushing out the fear of what lies ahead
As my hands stroke your face and the fire
Written by
Alexander S
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   Connor Quealy
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