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Jul 2012
Prowling the night,
I catch your scent,
Strong and alluring.
I chase after it,
Headlong sprint,
Your scent forces memories,
Flooding my mind,
Your all I see.
Not the blurry trees,
Not the mountains rushing past,
Not the shadowy star filled night,
But your smiling face.
How i long to see it again.
Every heartbeat away from you,
Hurts. Burns. Stings.
So i run,
Always running,
To find you again.
Heather Anne Cramer
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