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Nov 2014
On a cold, brisk night like this,
There's no one else I'd rather miss.

Do you remember being so frigid
We had only each other for warmth?
Lying in the damp orchard grass,
Counting stars and counting laughs...

There is nothing we could not do,
Us together -- just me and you.

The clock struck midnight, one, then two,
Still we stayed, the whole night through.
Okay, so maybe the 3rd and 4th lines don't rhyme. So maybe it bothers me, maybe it doesn't. In the end, it is what it is.
- - -
I miss my Two A.M., darling, come back to me...
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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