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Jul 2014
Parched by the absent of your kindred spirit,
And all I want is to embrace your essence.

In the moment of our distance,
I would shut my surrounding to open my ears to your wind.

I would like to feel the passionate red,
And remove all the grey that stands between us.

When I hunger for your presence,
It lightens me to know I will see you again.
Written by
Hungry Hippopotamus  Slums of Chicago
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