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Dream poem!


Something that I was singing in my sleep today…

Hold me like I’ve forgotten,
Hold me like the first time;
Hold me like I remember,
Hold me oh so tight!

Hold me like I need it,
Hold me like I want;
Hold me like you mean it,
Hold me all night long!

Hold me like you missed me,
Hold me like you love me;
Hold me, squeeze me, kiss me…
Love me all night long!

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