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Drugged high, I watch and wait for your touch Entrusting my life to you, your Presence has become my essence Existing in this space where only your face Needs to be Desolate, I lay shivering and sheet-bound Expecting the cold breath of death No power to move, yet Caresses of your warm hand calm me Escape is futile, still, in you I trust.

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Date: 2/23/2015 12:26:00 PM
I enjoyed reading this, very uplifting!
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Kaye Locke
Date: 2/23/2015 12:29:00 PM
Thank you Njeri!