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Erica Williamson Mar 2014
Lost
was what I was
before I met you
and your touch;
before your eyes
met mine
in a long embrace;
before I knew
what warmth really was--
the kind that burns
your soul

I found so much
of who I was
while locked within your arms
but here I am
lost yet again
within the essence
of who you are

— The End —