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I still wake up some nights with the taste of your tongue on my lips my dreams are so vivid I can feel your fingertips on my skin when I close my eyes tight enough I can hear your heartbeat as my head rests on an empty pillow your ghost lives in my room, in our bed
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Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 2:53 PM UTC
your ghost.
I still wake up some nights with the taste of your tongue on my lips my dreams are so vivid I can feel your fingertips on my skin when I close my eyes tight enough I can hear your heartbeat as my head rests on an empty pillow your ghost lives in my room, in our bed
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Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 2:53 PM UTC
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