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May 2016
My portion of the night
Pouched in a land afar
On this large bed I lay
Alone I toss and play

The skype is our hype
As I move the zoom
To view your blemish
Your smile my parish

A romance of apartness
It's a chance we take
Too long till the winter
When I can feel your strum

A traction on my heart
Vibrations on my soul
I'll wait for you my love
As we paddle the bustle
Love you as the dense of the night strokes. I long to have your babies telepathically through Skype!
Written by
LJ  In a Universal Web (IAUW)
(In a Universal Web (IAUW))   
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