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Jun 2012
I can see you
standing down there
feet hidden by
the over growing
blades of grass,
I just can't wait
to get to you.
You're looking
up at me,
from the bottom
of the hill,
hands patiently waiting
in the pockets
of your blue jeans.
The smile you
so casually flash me
is brighter, warmer
than the sun itself.
I can't stand
not being by your side
for a moment longer.
Do I just,
jump, dive?
I close my eyes
and count,
1...2...3
And now im
tumbling,
absolutely falling,
for you
Written by
Gabrielle Diaz  25/F
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