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Apr 2012
I have little to say,
But you want to hear it.
I have little to act on,
But you can help me play it.
I have little to gain,
But you give it freely.
I have little to be,
But you want to see me.

It's not something I've had before,
so forgive me if I'm forward,
I've been fighting asleep for a long time.
But your words bring fire,
and I can't help myself.

I know you don't want me,
You're playing,
but I shall forfeit that luxury,
for the depth it lends me.

Thank you friend,
Im feeding,
I'm feeding off your light,
But you don't seem to mind.
God you intrigue me,
you've cut me loose
and I'm grateful for what I'll find.
MWestmacott
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