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Nov 2016
During the most odd hours of the day,
I find myself craving you,
Imagining your warm embrace,
Desiring to be in your arms,
Thoughts so unlike myself,
So greedy and relentless,
Flow through,
Wishing you were here,
So I could lean my head on your shoulder,
Cast myself from reality,
So I could be with you.
AnnaMarie Jenema
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AnnaMarie Jenema  F/USA
(F/USA)   
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