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Aug 2014
Lying here.
Waiting for your soft snoring.
I hate being away from you.
Your lips
Your hair
Everything about you makes me miss you more.
It's only one night.
It feels like an eternity.
My breathing turns shallow
I picture you
For a second
Just one
I feel you here.
Claire
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Claire  California
(California)   
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