Broken Record

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I find myself here often
Late at night as you fall asleep in his arms
And I write under moonlight
With thoughts burning circles in my head
Putting pen to paper
Filling these pages full of
Poems of you
I love you's
I miss you's
They're all the same
On repeat
I could flip to any page
And it will be about you
I cannot write of anything else
You are the only thought in my mind

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