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I welcome night to lay in bed and imagine your arms holding me.
Each dream I
I wake each morning
There is no more me.
I am
I need
To see you
The face
The hands
The feet
The voice
The eyes
The laugh
But
I need
My life There is no more me.
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J.B.D. 5/1/99
Dedicated to to someone who is everything to me.