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         When I feel cool air
         Blowing on my collarbone 
         You come back into focus
         I would run my fingers
         Through your long long hair
         As long as you would allow it
         You, resting your head on my stomach
         Cradled by my ribcage 
         Now, another woman 
         Tangles her digits in your locks
         And I have only 
         Sweet solitude