| Sunday, February 8, 2009, 2:44:57 PM |
She comes to me in the deadness of night Her fingertips are feather light Along my spine they gently go To show me that she loves me so Although I know that she’s not here I feel her breath, I feel she’s near A virtual kiss, a virtual touch Reminds me that I’m loved so much The feeling’s real but at morning light My virtual lover’s taken flight But when I slumber every night My virtual lover still holds me tight |
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