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Yearning..

is the pure desire that sets that soul of love on fire and hums to the tune of gathered hearts beating keeps on going, always repeating and truest-in the song-is listened and still waiting for dry tears to glisten that should tear many of souls that kept waiting in the cold ive listened in the coldest land and desired in the sea of sand yet, always beyond proximity i asked a question- please love me?
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bl-carter
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Aug 17, 2011
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