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Wednesday, June 12, 2013
LONGING FOR
Managing the day
with the hope of the night.
Letting time to pass
with the ache of "if"
Suddenly everything hurts,
and nothing.
Wishing for a touch,
or the time when he first enters,
The rush of senses,
that you wish you were awake.
2013.06.12
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