Do it again

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I thought of you on my busy Monday morning

I thought of you when I was about to speak

I thought of you when I looked in the mirror

When all I hear is your plead

I thought of you when I catch my breath

When I'm barely doing anything

I thought of you when I smiled at my coffee

When I knew this could be my death

I used to sleep like clockwork, so mundane

Now I can't even force myself to close my eyes

And I stare at the hickies on my neck

When I know I want to do it again

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