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I wouldn’t say hide so much as that I’m not given the give chance to explain myself.
“Rah rah, ah ah ah. Roma, Roma ma. Gaga, ooh lala.”
I really like this.
I like this version better.
Not even to be sexual; I just want to lay in a bed with you - next to you, me on top of you, or your head on top of my chest.
I miss you. I love you. I need you. I crave you.
For Christmas, for New Year’s, for a birthday gift, for a shooting star wish - for anything. All I want is you. I bet I can lay all day & all night with you. & like Dead Prez said, “We can have mind sex, we ain’t gotta take our clothes off yet.” We’ve got the good vibrations. We’ve gone beyond each obstacle but the biggest one we have yet to overcome is the physical distance. I need you back here with me.
Until then, I’ll lay in my bed pretending my arms are yours & that the pillow I rest on is your chest.
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