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There are some nights -
when the clock's ticking is magnifyed on these nights - the chill of the sheets cannot be lessoned by the warmth of your body some nights - your normal position cannot offer you comfort and it's this kind of night - that causes you to need an embrace so much even if the arms, are only your own. ------ 7-23-04 Published in the February 2005 issue of Teen Ink (www.teenink.com)
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