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Its so late
or is it early?

its hard to tell lately.
it seems I measure time
by the spaces between seeing you.
As if you've become my sun
that i revolve around

"Sing me that song," I said,
"The one that made me laugh," I said,
the one that made it hard for me to speak

Say it again
because I still can't make myself
believe its all real

My sweetest friend,
My only need.

She makes me feel
like a thousand flames
And she makes me feel
like an icy night

fuller and fuller i get
by the idea of her
By the sound of her
by the sight of her
replacing need
with satisfaction.
replacing need
with her


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