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when your tears melted the middle of our bed, and it always shows as we hurt, our embraces melting, it was my emptiness you filled, and my hands to fold. my arms gather themselves over you, to gently bring you in, such holding when the moon is full, alone this cryptic remark. Angela, I miss and desire your red dress again. |
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