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Jan 2011
I sit on the floor wearing your shirt.
I can still feel your heart beat through it.
It's a bright day outside,
but it's what's inside that matters.
And inside this room, it's dark and needing.
The curtains are closed like you mind is to me
I can handle to ask why,
But I can't handle to know.
I never thought you'd let me go.
Written by
Ritamae Steger
479
   ---, --- and Anna Thorpe
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