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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
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Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 11:17 PM UTC
Waking Hours
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
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caia
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 11:17 PM UTC
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