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Had a thought in my head earlier tonight, can't think of a title though..

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The smells of old cigarettes hang in the air,

The love for me stays in the box on floor where your jeans lie

Your kisses linger on my body

Your longing on my lips

Your hands continue to play on my skin

For you don’t mind what I hide on my hips,

The love we make keeps itself in-between the messy sheets

Scattered all over the bed

As your fingers dance through my hair

I know all of those things will never be said,

And I begin to wake up again.