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To feel my loneliness run so deep
It is my heart that bleeds for you like a rose thorn that pricks my finger to watch the dewey droplet of crimson like sweet nector fill the void in my life As I am without you, your but a spirit that enters my dreams as I lay my head to slumber waiting, dreaming, till the day that your in my arms again no more tears shall I cry for my empty heart and my loneliness will run no more. -Julie* |
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