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Memory Of You And I

lonely winter nights

give the sweetest dreams to i.


of the home i call of you

and the weight of your body ‘gainst mine.


cradled in the arms of each other,

my place of solace found.


this sweetest dream is bound to end,

but i’ll hold this memory til my death.

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