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Past and Future

These nights I’m alone

wishing I were not,

I can remember

those times before

but what are memories

when you’re on your own?

I miss that touch,

I miss the kissing,

I can imagine those times

we did so much.

Now, alone in my room,

I dream of being with someone again,

but more than a night.

I am here alone dreaming about

the past and my future.

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