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Dec 2017
It's on nights like this I miss you,
Fingers glued to the phone, waiting to text you,
You are on my contact list, but there's an issue,
We don't talk anymore, so there's no way to get through,

It's on a night like this I kissed you.

We don't talk anymore, so I can't get through,
You are on my contact list, but we've got issues,
Fingers glued to the phone, hoping to text you,
That it's on nights like this I hopelessly miss you.
Love isn't love when reason finally prevails...
Emmanuel Coker
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Emmanuel Coker  London
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