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Mar 2014
As I lay here
There is not one thought of sleep in my mind
The only thought is of you

The thought of how
perfectly shaped your lips are

The thought of how
your eyes consume my soul

The thought of how
your smile lights up my heart

But then as I come back to reality,
And I realize only
That blood can be drawn
As easily as the fake thoughts
within my head are created
Don't Worry
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Don't Worry
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