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Jun 2016
I long for the day when I can touch your hand
I yearn for the day when that close we stand
I want to look in your eyes and see your soul
I want you to hold my heart and see what you stole
to sit on the couch and watch some TV show
and not have to talk because we would just know
not that the feelings would ever go unsaid
to finally have this hunger fed
to have between us a .001 space
but we're grown people and know that life is not a race
we both concur completely agree
that will be together when it's meant to be
Stacy Mills
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Stacy Mills  Michigan
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