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The clock struck till the room grew still,
your ghost returned against my will.
The bed remembers what we were
before the blur.
Don’t let me sleep alone tonight,
lie if you must, but hold me right.
Need truth to feel the heat —
just not this sting.
Come morning I’ll let silence ring,
but tonight… don’t bring a thing.
