To keep me up tonight;
To make me have something to
Dream of,
Or inspire me to write.
And it wouldn't matter who it
Was from,
I'd never have to know-
In fact I'd rather the mystery;
Than this loneliness
Draining me so-
I wish I had a love letter
That was signed with something More-
Than the kind of fingers
That touch your mouth;
Then leave you lonelier
Than before.
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