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Aug 2013
Nothing gets me through the night
like the smell of your roughly worn flannel.

And the thought that some day
i'll get to snuggle up next to you
every single night
with the warmth of your arms
and the sound of your breath
and the beauty of your face
when i open my eyes.
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