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Jan 2011
Sometimes I lay suspended
Between dreams and waking

I hold the pillowcase
I know to be your t shirt

I feel a phantom
I know to be your arm

I feel my heartbeat
I know to be yours

And when I wake
I spend my days

Searching for the warmth
You give me in my dreams
Caia
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   June West
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