not right

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I remember you before I close my eyes at night,
Before I took my panties down,
Or before I go to work.

You never leave my mind,
I can still feel your touch in my body,
How you hold my breast even tighter.

Then you chose to let go,
Now, only our memories we made, stay—
You don't know how desperate I am to get you back.

But that is not right.

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