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The middle of the bed is cold.
The sides are warm.
I feel you turn to look at me.
I try to stay away.
But, it's true, it's absolutely true.
I missed you so much every single day.
I let my emotions get caught, I don't care if you lie.
I look and you and  start to cry.
You hug me, I hug you.
I always knew you were the perfect guy.

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