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Nov 2016
His laugh was contagious.
His touch so gentle.
When he looked at me, I felt safe.
His smile protected me with warmth.
I sat afar, admiring from a distance.
His ignorance to my pleasure
Makes me wish I lived in ignorance, too.
Because he’s not mine to have,
He’s not mine to hold.
But I will wait
Until it is my turn.
Karah Wilson
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Karah Wilson  Alabama
(Alabama)   
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