8-12ish Number 1
8 12ish #1
Tonight, whilst I dream,
In the midst of becoming mist,
Sighing I wish you were there.
Your eyes appear beside me,
Their blue spark delight.
Your hair between my fingers roam,
I move into the movement.
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2013
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