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May 2012
All night i sit alone, waiting for your words to start my hearts first real beat,
And your touch to warm my cold skin
I sit alone with thoughts of your beauty and laughter
The image of your soft lips ripples across my mind as you take me away to a world of imagination,
Where i feel my feet lift from the earth
You create my hearts first real beat of the day
So alone I sit waiting for you.
Written by
Anna Christine
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