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Begging for Bane

You are the lovely bane of my life

The love of my…

…what I really want

Are twisted sheets beneath me

You and me

Loving under me

Begging for me

Can’t live without me

Isn’t that how we should be?

At least I should be able to touch your face

I can’t get used to life without you

So far away

My heart has begun to stray

For moments

And more moments…

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