Far Away

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How is it that you can pull on my heart,

Stir me,

When you breathe so far away?

I think you left your dreams under my pillow.

I think you left your hands here for I feel them

Singing me to sleep.

I think your essence is in my bed

Still tangled in my sheets.

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