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When I lie in the dark and hear the sound of breath
Why does it have to be just mine
When the mattress creaks with the shifting of weight
When I remember skin trembling against that of another
Why does it have to be just mine
The many senses that I have made into memories
The things it seems I alone hold close
When the sound of one name is remembered by my lips
Why does it have to be just yours