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Apr 2014
I don't want to go to sleep with you on my mind,
I want to go to sleep with you in my bed.
Hell is right here
Waking up at 3am without you.
Your lips are the only thing I want to taste in the morning,
Your legs intertwined with mine between sheets.

Sometimes we held hands when we ******,
Because as rough as I was with your body,
I'm always gentle with your heart.

Maybe you are
Maybe you are
Worth every mile
Between us
Nicole Louka
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Nicole Louka  New Jersey
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