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What a world

I am missing you, thinking of your love- its not the hours since my last hug, or the voice that I hear inside, it's the caring in your eye's, and the sanity that I derive, though I cry ... I can't ever deny- the sweetness of real life, the wryness of your flight, and the encasement of the lights, bring this town to a halting glide. Slides me into the lake with saunter, a graceful dance of the haunted, I wish for none other than the positive, for life and love and you are wanted.

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