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Dec 2012
Are you still here?
Why can't I see you?
I'm close, I'm near
I wouldn't leave you.

Did you get scared?
Of course you did...
This love we shared
Was full of fear.

That love was here
I could see it
It's really weird,
You don't commit.

Yes, we did split,
And you did quit
Your job that's neat

And now we meet,
Right on the street
To eat some meat.

And you'll not fit
In your small sheets
With me in it.

But should I go?
The answer's no.
But it's so low

To sleep below
Your sheets. Although,
These sheets I know,

And it is low,
And I will go,
I'll leave for sure...
Dasha
Written by
Dasha  Natick
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