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Dec 2013
I woke up hours early
my broken eyes were blurry
couldn't stop thinking about you.
and in that moment, I knew
I couldn't fall back asleep
when all I could do
was let your heart weep
or burn in my gentle keep.
the mind was fuzz
the soul was sharp,
an eternal sword.
your mouth a harp,
my name a chord.
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M  The back of your mind
(The back of your mind)   
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   Charlotte
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