Incurable thoughts plague me
of you in his arms,
and of him in your bed.
Afraid to even close my eyes,
lest I see the scene replayed,
so I numb my mind
and impatiently wait for sleep to come.
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| Damned imagination!! Incurable thoughts plague me of you in his arms, and of him in your bed. Afraid to even close my eyes, lest I see the scene replayed, so I numb my mind and impatiently wait for sleep to come. |
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