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May 2013
You like me more when you're asleep.
I seem prettier through your closed eyelids.
My voice is more sing-songier over your snores.
My touch feels electric.
I'm as real as you want me to be.
I exist as long as you're sleeping.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Savannah Lee, Blain Rogers and ---
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