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Dec 2013
I find my hand
Reaching under the covers,
Searching for your grasp.
I've been lonely so long,  
I don't even feel the hole you left in my heart.

Hand in hand,  
Let's go set fire to houses,
And stab lambs in the eyes, again.
Handcuff me to the bed,
And torture me one last time.
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   Nik Roberts
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