You keep me further than
Arm’s length when you
Try to sleep, and I
Need to
Roll over, huddle in
With arms, hoping to
Bring about the morning,
That next chance at another
Night to hold you.
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You keep me further than
Arm’s length when you
Try to sleep, and I
Need to
Roll over, huddle in
With arms, hoping to
Bring about the morning,
That next chance at another
Night to hold you.