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Aug 2014
I woke up
It was four a.m.
My room was dark as could be
I felt weight on my arm.

I knew it was you
It was the smell of your hair
And the feeling of your skin

I never thought waking up
next to someone
Could be so great.

When I threw my arm over
I knew something wasn't right
You weren't there anyone
You were never actually there

I miss you.
Jacob
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Jacob  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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