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Oct 2013
I'm sorry if I pull the covers at night,

engulf myself in them and leave you exposed

and shivering.

You see, I'm not used to sharing sheets

with someone.


You were the first one I let in,

the first one I let tug those sheets back

(because you always laughed while doing it),

the first one I tucked in at night,

leaving myself exposed and shivering.


You were the first one;

please don't be the last.
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