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At night is when I miss you the most
I remember the smell of your hair
the feel of your leg... softly draped over me -
listening to your soft breaths
Just your presence a soft, sensual sleep aide
like a million shots of NyQuil for my soul...
the nighttime
how'd I wind up in love medicine

Oh my love
Oh my NyQuil
How I should have resisted
drinking all your syrup...

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