In another life I make your morning coffee. In another life your arms wrap around me. I hear one of my fourty nicknames and we share stories as I sit on your knees. You would be nuzzled against my cheek, oh how I would kill to hear you speak. In another life I don't take you for granted. In another life I don't know what I'm missing. In another life...I hope we're still kissing.
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