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Oct 2017
My only One
I stand before you
Open
Heart laid bare
I can no longer think of love
Or lovely things
Without the ache of missing you


I did not comprehend the depth of my mistake


As each day became the next
I woke
Slowly
As if from some dream

In the quiet space between thoughts
I live in a vaccuum
****** into silence

I would spend my life apologizing if I could see you one more time

To see the light of love reflected in your eyes

To brush my lips upon your lips: to feel complete.
Sara Jean Hood
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Sara Jean Hood  31/F/Chicago
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