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A Place
There's something that I'm looking for,
a special type of place.
An island to call our home,
where my hands can hold your face
without having to hide
what this love means to us.
No worries of others knowing
and making some type of fuss,
where we walk out in the open,
your hand within mine.
Where I can say I love you
any place and any time.
Is it a place or a time?
Why does it seem so far away?
I often pray to God that I wake up
and find the time is today.
Lovesi tings
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Kelvin Wanyama
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