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the moon stands hard and cold, and i fear that one day that may be me. sometimes i feel alone and usually it's all right. but it's moments of separation, like this, that have been hitting me like a hail storm. the few pictures i have a you are only faint reminders of the blithe aura of your welcome presence. i pray for God to keep you since He's our cement. if only we could speak-- i long to communicate-- if even in the absense of words. but if you happen to read this, i want you to know that i'm waiting, for whatever we're waiting for-- time together, a "real" relationship, or love. i'm just content in knowing that's there's hope in this patience. [unfinished and unedited] |
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