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Longing for the one who touches you just right and would never do anything but all the right things, that is the subject of this piece.
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The center of my problems
Becomes the core of my reality
An undeniable technicality
In which my mind forgets to factor
What remains to be seen as ..
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Better Dayz rest on the lashes of my swollen eyes
Better nights rest on the mattress upon which so many sins have been commited
Through my faulty de..
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