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Nov 2013
his voice coursed through my mind
over and over,
keeping me awake,
like warm coffee pumping through my veins
on a chilly winter morning,
sending shivers down my spine.
moonlit
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moonlit  tangled in my thoughts
(tangled in my thoughts)   
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     Shmabby
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