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June 1, 2009
i am tired of twisted sheets and flattened pillows,
we could be that legendary last stand.
i am tired of the bed being cold,
a one night battle of tongues,
i am tired of waking up to silence.
and sweat pouring like blood from wounds.
i want your body next to mine,
we would be our little drummer boy,
i want your fingers tracing my veins,
and the cry of cannons,
i want your body to keep time with mine.
and the navy, sailing the choppy waves.
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