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| dafremen |
r.dafremen In the quiet of the morning's yawn the sound of your voice stands out though you're not around. Still, I imagine what I'm missing when the waiting's long and the longing waits 'til it almost goes away. And there isn't a moment I wouldn't trade for more you and less dream on boring mornings such as these But the hungry take what they can get (and the waiting it ain't over yet) So I will sup upon this conjured treat instead: That your lips are moving and so sweet I taste each precious sound you speak as I live what I am missing in my head. |
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