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2006-01-05 - 1:05 a.m.

No matter what I type, what I say, this is the truth:

if she knocked on my door right now and said, "I miss sleeping in the same bed with you. Can I be with you tonight?"

I would ask her which side she wanted.
I would give her all the pillows and all the covers.

Just to have her again.
Just to have her scratch my head.

I would spend an hour rubbing her back, drawing designs, whatever she asked.

I don't want to be, but I know I am.
I'm a giant sucker for her.

I'm still hers.

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