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Jan 2020
I miss you most at 4 am.
Waking up from another dream of you.
A dream where you wanted me.
A dream where we were together.
Even after all these years,
My heart remembers you.
And ****. It misses you at 4 am.
TB
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TB
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     guy scutellaro and Bogdan Dragos
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