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Wake me Like the scent of havdalah spices That breathe life into a slumbering soul Wake me Like giggling from the other Room naughty kids Plotting plotting Wake me Like the touch on my shoulder Ever so close to my neck Your fingers against my flesh This empty bed pains me But the prospect of a dead marriage pains me more Daily grind finds me Plotting; plotting But days turn to wasted weeks Only just plotting; plotting
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Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
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Wake me Like the scent of havdalah spices That breathe life into a slumbering soul Wake me Like giggling from the other Room naughty kids Plotting plotting Wake me Like the touch on my shoulder Ever so close to my neck Your fingers against my flesh This empty bed pains me But the prospect of a dead marriage pains me more Daily grind finds me Plotting; plotting But days turn to wasted weeks Only just plotting; plotting
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Violetstage
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
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