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Dec 2010
Hey, step out of the cold
This is home
This is warm

You can leave if you’d like
I’ll keep the light on
Keys under the mat

I can hear you come in at 3 a.m.
I am still
I lie awake
Though appear sleeping

Crawl under warm sheets
And imagine you were here the whole night
If that’s what you want me to believe
I still wake up next to you
So, I’ll believe
Joey Zimmerman
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