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To be my shirt...

My shirt stays in bed...
Keeping my Princess company...
Making her feel as if I am there...
No place else I want to be...
Working early a sin of it's own...
My arms ache to be where my shirt remains...
My scent allowing her to feel as if I'm not gone...
Here I sit staring at an empty screen...
Sleep well, my Dark Angel...
Until I'm able to return, my shirt will have to do


I love you, Princess!