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Apr 2018
Writing with my left hand
Because my right arm is asleep
Your head rests on my shoulder
And I lay here while you dream
I cannot make a move to ease
The tingles in my fingertips
So I silently count my blessings
And touch your forehead to my lips
He's asleep on me still and I couldn't be happier or luckier
DancingEnt
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DancingEnt  25/F/WI
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       J, Amanda Kay Burke, Benji James and EllieMoon
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