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Feb 2016
As I walk to meet you, the flashbacks set in...
          Of running to greet you out in the rain,
          Of two am phone calls that erased the pain...
          I remember whispering I love you.


With your strong hold, embrace me; keep me close.
          *I recall the first time I felt safe with you...
Found in drafts. Missing a friend who will never just be a friend.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  26/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(26/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
707
   ---, Steele, Tupelo and Bluebird
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