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Jun 2013
It's at night
When the memories come alive
The taste of your lips
The feel of you skin on mine
The become so alive
It makes it hard to sleep
With you laying there next to me
Because you shouldn't be there
But, you are
And I'm scared.
Rosie Wisniewski
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Rosie Wisniewski  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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