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Ain't no morning embraces No warming cool spaces in my bed...she's in my head. No caressing No sighs from a touch No professing "I love you so much" Waking to the rhythm of her breath on my neck composing music to the timing of the rise of her breasts Watching her sleep half smiling Image got me wil'in She's not in my bed She's in my head... Haakim Understanding (c) 2017