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I forget about your fidgets from time to time. The way that they make me shiver in bed, once I’ve gone to bed, with the lullaby of your snores like blowing in an empty bottle.
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When you jolt, I want to bolt, but lay there instead letting our shared blanket cover you more.
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When we wake up, somewhat rested, I’m always surprised to find that we’re both wet.
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The nights are still cool, it isn’t even Summer.
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It always seems to take me all day to dry off.
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