Night, Night

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    Night, Night

    Laying here with you tight in my arms
    Feelingyour warm soft skin pressing against mine
    With the smell of your hair in  the air
    Your warm breath on my arm as you hug my arm close to my chest
    Hearin you snore slightly as you sleep
    Watching you at peace with no worries on your mind
    This is the ONLY way I fall asleep every night I am with you

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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