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I miss the way you touch me

And always make me smile

I miss the way you say your words

I miss your blatant denial

Of the truth and all that is

(Or rather, all that you are not)

But I won't hold that against you, love

Because I think you're rather hot

You got me after all

And all my wiles and charms

So now what's really on my mind right now

Is how I miss being inside your arms.



August 8, 2003